I was in school. I had summer vacations. Nanighar. Bucket full of mangoes. Tyre ka jhoola. Comics counter with cousins. Earning my first money. I had uncountable outdoor playtime without worrying about my hair getting bad, skin getting dark or getting acne. I had the liberty to dirty my cloths without worrying about how will or will not the stain vanish. I had balloons to play with. I had fights with cousin and roothna – mañana. I had Rs. 5 as my daily pocket money and was more than enough to keep me elated. I had santre ki goli as all time toffee option. I had a compass box with sharpened pencils, a eraser oops rubber, a sharpener and a scale. The candy floss were called Gudiya ke Baal. I used to wear plastic frames and thick glass lenses, and a thread attached to save it from falling. I used to watch Mr. India nearly every other Sunday. Spaghetti top were called as inner, and sleeveless frock style cotton inner would be called sameej. I used to sit on the horse of my Chachas n Mamas Baraat processions. I used to carry a hanky and not tissues. I had boroleen as a universal cream for burn, injury, lips, face etc. I used to jump in the pool without worrying about swimming costume. I used to wear fake bandages from time to time. I used to attend birthday parties of colony friends and getting crayon set, rubber, pencil as return gifts, having puri chhole gulab jamun as fixed menu. Playing water holi at any given day. Cycle rides. Piano classes. I used to wear matching hairbands. I used to stand in front of dad’s scooter. I used to fit in my moms lap. Dad used to teach me.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago
I used to have a pure unadulterated life. Keep on adding guys, I am getting too nostalgic to type anything.