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 alphabet
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