Many a times, when I am alone I just find myself thinking of the fun Collecting pouring water, drenching in the rain Sailing my paper boats in the small drain Catching frogs from puddles of water, in matchboxes And throwing them on young and old with giggles and smiles
Smearing the silver, golden color on my friends Of the butterflies that we picked in the sunny garden Feasting on dollops of homemade icecreams and chuskies (ice lollies) Listening to stories of kings n demons by granny
How could I forget that fight with parents To stay awake all night during summer or winter break To watch uncountable movies on the rented video player Or to read Agatha Christie, Enid Blyton in just one sitting
There was a different story all the time for each of my tantrums and fantasies alike And a unique reason for enjoying every season
Oh! How I wish I could have a time machine To take me back to my childhood innocence I really miss being a little kid O my Lord! With no stress, worries or care in the world...!!!