I wish ...

I wish to go back to days when I used to rush back from school eager to tell my mother about the trivialest incident in school.

When I used to bombard my dad with millions of when/ where/ how/ why/ whom questions.

When I used to cry in school because my shoelace was open.

When I used to collect as many unripe mangoes from the tree.

When I used to fight with friends after my batting was over, in a hope to get it once again.

When I used to flaunt my toys to my friends, and feel jealous of theirs.

When I used to feel euphoric after winning a balloon game.

When I longed for the moment when I’ll get an ice cream.

When I feared that drinking tea will change the color of skin to black.

When I used to wait for the recess bell to ring for the Tiffin break, and rush to play ‘lock and key’.

When I used to fight with my brother for that slightly larger piece of cake.

When I used to shake my teeth anticipating when it will break.

When I used to feel proud of knowing alphabets till ‘k’ and numbers till ‘10’, and used to tell them in front of everyone.

When I used to snuggle to some inconceivable place in the game of hide and seek.

When my spirits were lifted on seeing humpty dumpty fall.

When I used to feel sad about doing a half mark question wrong in the examination.

When I wished I had supernatural powers to wipe away all the evils.

When I used to dream about many things which I would do when I shall grow up.

Now I long for none, but still wish to long for them.