How I wish I was back in my mom’s arm, cuddled, kissed, pampered, and fed, while I enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the world. It’s hard to believe I lived in a world where I was not questioned for my silliness, where no one expected me to take responsibility for the things I did, where I could make all the mistakes in the world and still make up for it with an innocent sweet smile and a wet kiss, where I can eat all the candies I want and not bother about putting on weight, scream, shout, dance whenever and wherever I like, without having the slightest thought of being judged.
How I wish I was back to the age when top priority of the day was to win in the board game called “LIFE”. It was a time when a silly fight with best friend meant end of the world, a trip to beach coupled with a ice cream treat was considered “lucky” , holidays granted on account of heavy rain meant shedding uniforms in a jiff and rushing back to bed , sickness meant highest possible level of pampering and bowls of hot soup ,fighting with siblings meant bravery, mild tiff with parents meant loads of hugs and kisses later, family functions meant turning the home upside down, getting reports cards signed meant worst few minutes of life, visiting relatives place for a vacation meant luxury, relatives visiting us meant best dress, best behavior, and best kid ever kind of act, diwali’s meant tuff competition between neighbors as to who would first burst the crackers, a trip to super market meant loading the trolley with chocolates and all goodies, apology meant saying “sorry” in a sing song tone while having the expression of cutest puppy ever alive, fast bike drives with big brothers meant 2 hours of bragging session the next day at school, annul day functions meant cutting a lot of classes in the name of “practice” ,parents teachers day meant sleepless night the day before, reading comics meant losing one self so much in the story that one does not keep count of the no of cups of snacks eaten during the process.
How I wish I was back to the age where pain of any sort lasted only for couple of hours, when words like “dishonesty, cheating,” never existed in dictionary but just in games, when everybody and everything was lovely, fair and good.
If ever my wish was granted and am taken back to that age, I shall gladly start over, not bothering about having to go through all the pain of growing up again, for every moment is worth the deal.
