I remember life being easier,
I remember those days ... when
i was still a child.. when,
i had my own ways..
I remember life being easier,
with mom to fall back on- the one with all the responsibility to take,
when i came home crying for a bad mistake.
When i had no worries -still too young to decide
whether to take the day off or
get up and take it in stride.
I had no obligations, nobody to serve.
No necessity to impress, none to please.
I miss those days when,
I was still a child,
When a difficult task came up,
and nobody said "Its your life!".
I miss those days when we had eons of time ahead ..
to take a decision and not rush instead.
When the school was just another place ,
to enjoy n have fun,
when a day away from campus,
was a day wasted- not left unearned.
I miss my class room ,though small ,stuffy and full,
always there to hide- play or even turned a pool.
I miss my class- always up and greared
for every challenge that the teachers threw- however weird.
The lunch break water games,the inevitable fights,
The noise,commotion and excitement
that turned the teachers red and bright!!
I miss the long waits for the only P.T hour,
that seemed so precious in a schedule packed and sour.
I miss the excitement that mounted,
with every passing class- if it was the the day that we had a P.T. class!
I miss the days when the evening bell was
the most awaited chime any of us could humanly hope for!
when all we wanted , was to get out and run..
though we all knew we would inevitably return.
I miss the fights to catch the breezy window seats,
from which, when we waved , people would not laugh and retreat.
Those days when homework was done over the phone
when this was the modus operandi for most lessons to be taught and learnt.
But what i miss the most is the time of that life-
when we could do what we wanted,without a huge strife.
Now i realise how important some things are,
smiles and secrets we shared,
fight that taught us about each other,
the team spirit that we learnt in the cultural,
the group study sessions, sleep-overs and
millions of silly scraps that were passed during class hours...
So many small moments that were never considered
important enough to contemplate.
And yet, when i look back now,
I realize i should suffice myself with the memories i cherish.
