That magic tumbler which converted crushed ice into sparkling ice candies
That swift moving wheel which made sugar crystals into fluffy floss
Those jubilations which announced power cuts and extended outdoor time
Those aspirations to let the head touch the chime
Those late evening trips to the stationary shop to buy glue and stars
Those visits to the park to collect leaves and flowers
Running to catch the school bus on those foggy mornings
Looking for depressions in the road to get wet during afternoons
Rushing to the terrace and cycling in the rain
Feeling superior to the rest with a slight height gain
Kicking a pebble and making it trace the path home
Asking for permission before using the phone
Wearing cones with strings for caps on birthdays
Preparing paper folded cards for all special days
Listening to the radio for hours at a stretch
Ironing the uniform to perfection with all my breath
Creating whirlpools in the bucket while bathing
Singing to the plants on the terrace while watering
Spending days in planning and nights in sleeping
Making timetables for the week and be left fuming
Updating the final percentage after each examination
Resolving to read more and exercise with motivation
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Those afternoons which became evenings before anyone knew… those mornings which were looked forward to… this age which was once looked at with reverence and expectation… this age which now is just like any other moment…
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What has changed.. am i the same..