Was it that long that I made paper boats in rains? Or scraped my knees chasing butterflies? Was it that long that I outgrew these moments? Was it that long that I forgot how happy I was? It seems distant, those precious memories; Memories of summers and the glow of its rays, Of granny tales so true and feathers of all hue. They nurtured my dreams and instilled hope; And amidst all my scrapes, my heart was glad. The magic has waned as childhood faded And left me numb to the realities so cold But the memories of old, they pull back so hard To kindle my joys, long lost and prized So, here I am, clad in memories of gold As the days of old in all its warmth Come to greet the child in me.
“I do not like black coloured puppies”. What could I say to this irritating outburst from a pre-schooler? Dear reader, I’m not a parent; I was just babysitting for a dear friend of mine. I had no idea what I was getting into. “Noel, your activity book clearly says that you have to colour this dog black, its kennel brown and the grass green.”I was trying to coax him into finishing the activity exactly as mentioned. “But I don’t like puppies to be black. A black puppy looks sad”.He indignance was turning his pink face to a bright red.