When i was always thrilled by the approach of christmas in december,
when “pain” was not getting the toy i so much craved for or getting injected when i had malaria,
when i believed in total dependence on my parents,
when i was their little kid,
when i found it cool making stuff with building blocks.
when i freaked out on seeing a green mamber for the first time,
when i sat under moonlight to listen to nightly tales told by my Grams,
When “unhappiness” was not getting the right birthday gift,
when all i told “her” was how cool her hair ribbon was,
when i looked forward to summer because it was like an eternal holiday,
when my mind was stable and never swayed,
when i always jumped to hug my Grams making my legs drape around her waist whenever she came visiting.
when the farther i went into the school’s session, i always craved for summer because i knew it was nearer.
when i would sleep on the couch and wake up on the bed,
when i never knew what it meant to lust,
when the urge of struggle and desperation never ran in my veins,
when my face brightened up with excitement whenever i was able to give color to a drawing,
when “losing”, was not winning a crash bandicot race,
when i believed this »»» “if you take too much chocolates, your teeth will fall off” and i was okay with that.
when i never knew what it meant “growing up”
All these…connections to the past.
But then this present will become the past too and all that would be left are memoirs…