Feeling the wind running through your hair
Those I Spy sessions with those monsters under the bed
Humming songs with words that didn't really make any sense
Jumping into the choicest dirtiest rain puddles
Drawing on car windows with those little fingers
Floating those imperfect boats into those perfect water puddles
Those sun burnt evenings when we looked up into the sky
And wondered how it would feel to be little children no longer
8 comments:
Those were the good 'ol days!
I guess we don't release what we have when we have it, and if this theory is correct you will relish your time now 15 years down the line in hindsight: so enjoy!
I can definitely identify with my childhood days with rain....growing up in Mumbai, that was definitely my best season
I felt pretty nostalgic about leaving adilabad this time. I love the august rain and somehow that deepens the whole missing feeling. I don't like to get wet in that stupid rain but just hang out and watch and cool stuff like that.Anyway, good to see you back.. Pointy and i are writing an obituary for you. We will post it anyway :)
@Ad Acha I thought you told me the good days started from last year July only ;)
@Shri But why do we look fwd to growing up as kids only to realize that it would later become one of our most chrished times in life
@Pointy Same feelings on this :)
@totti Thats probably it was ur last time to be single ;), when do I get to see this obituary post?
heyy rohan!
am your regular reader.. one of the silent ones!
And I say... can you please update :P
Nice!
loved it!
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