AN UNSENT LETTER TO THE CHILDHOOD There used to be a time, When returning from school on a hot summer day, Meant kulfis and ice creams, In the mid way. There used to be a time, When sitting in front of water coolers, Was one of the best funs. The cold water sprinkling over face, 'Such a bliss, could match none'. There used to be a time, When vacations meant a trip to the nearest destination, Or to the land, where we belonged to, Or which belonged to us. There used to be a time, When playgrounds were divided, With tiny folks playing hide & seek, Football, seven stones and cricket. There used to be a time, When power cuts meant extra hour with friends, Singing, playing, listening stories, Were absolutely worth, by then. With days passing by, We chose to grow up, we chose to walk forward on the life's track. But deep down, the heart still utters, "Hey childhood, can you please come back?". Deep down, we still harbour those good times. NaPoWriMo, Day 20 #yqbaba #yqdada #yqdiary
