If I were 8 or 9 again. If I could go back to childhood. Ah! Very willing to go back to the past. This thought has been ingrained in my mind lately. If we see something in a text, picture, video or song that reminds us of childhood, then it becomes emotional.
Then this time of the present life seems much more annoying. In the hot March sun, I wants to run on the sand under the open sky. Let my father discipline me again for not going to school. I think I put glue on the tip of the jute stick and went out to hunt grasshoppers. But age is a big mismatch for this job. What happened? There is no difficulty in thinking. So think. I lost a moment in the day in my golden childhood.
In the evening, I spreads mats on the floor of the house, lights the candles and wants to eat rice with my parents, elder brother and elder sister. Then I think, I hear a ghost story hiding my face in the hem of my mother's sari. Today, I am anxious to play with those childhood friends. Ah! If only I could steal ripe blackberries, mangoes, tamarinds and eat them together with my friends.
It would be fun if I could swim in the river with mud on my body. If I could start school life again. I think I used to sit on the dilapidated bench of the school and chat with the friends. Then let someone complain to the head sir in my name. Sir, come and grab me by the ears and whip me. These thoughts have been haunting me lately. The heart is breaking, remembering those memories of childhood.
The pain of not being able to get back to those golden days of my childhood, I feel like the ground is cracking and I am gone.
As before, when one of our festival days comes, no one gives me any money for the festival. As before, my parents don't tell me baby, just sit down and read a book. Big brother doesn't give advice like before. Friends don't say this anymore, let's go play. Does that mean I grew up today? Yeah, I grew up!
