Sometimes..rather many times of late,i regret my growing up.it was so nice to be ignorant of the fact that i am growing up.Life was as simple as linear equations.No complications.Get up.go to school with ur tiffin and up-to date notebooks.collect teachers' pats.make merry with friends.come home to be hugged by mommy.fresh hot lunch.afternoon nap.evening fun.homework done.TV.cartoon.dinner.hugs again by daddy and mommy.off to bed.another day as same as the previous one but not a single moment of boredom or a feel of montony.These concepts dint exist at all then.did they? not for me.
Teachers'pats dnt exist even in dreams now.Getting a good meal once in a week is god's grace( i stay in a hostel so..).no routine.books with concepts that refuse to get into the head just irritate me.away from home.no one there to entertain my mood swings.if feeling low...have to be extra careful.cant just blurt out...not like the good old days that if had a fight in the 1st period...friends again till the next period.life isnt simple anymore!!
i wish i could go back to those days and never come back again.
though its nt possible...closing my eyes and imagining this cud happen is more than bliss...