Things I remember. Things I long for. Things I can't have.
Sunday morning. Parathas and fried-eggs, sunny side up. Tracy Chapman and The Beatles. Bush 8-channel TV. Being tucked into bed. Going down to play. Special ice-cream treats. Separating home clothes and going out clothes. Six bucks for a big Pepsi, if you could finish it all. Ten minutes from MG Road to Indiranagar. Rickety old Fiats. Smiling parents. School. Being awkward around girls. Discovering rock music. First kisses. Playing in the rain. Wanting to learn to drive. Cycling. Exploring. Hide and seek. Short cricket. Spelling tests. Uniforms. Craft periods. Lunch baskets. Sunday afternoon desserts. Birthday parties. Chocolate custard. Small Wonder. Doom. Wolf 3D. Bus stop friends. Apartment friends.
It's funny. You wait to grow up and be free, and then you wish you were as free as a child.
"...and I wish you could know how it feels to be me,
then you'd see and agree that every man should be free."
4 comments:
i had a bush television set that had 5 buttons on it; one power, two for channels and two for volume. and we used to move it around to watch tv in the bedroom or while eating..it was that small.
i miss eating oranges in bed after dinner. i miss trying to watch wonder years at 9:40 pm on wednesday night, from under my covers.
i miss playing lagoree and cricket and being limboo-timboo and kings and 'box-cricket' and dodge-ball.
i miss gossiping with the grown up girls about boys and hair removal and chums, and feeling all damn im such a baby, i want to grow up.
i miss birthday parties with cake, sandwiches, chips, sause and that horrid rasna that i loved back then.
i miss polishing my white canvas shoes on monday night, in time for mass pt on tuesdays.
i miss running to the bus stop hoping like hell they bus hasnt left yet.
i miss crying sometimes when i walked to the bus stop wishing i didnt have to go to school, and wiping my face clean just before i reached the bus stop.
most of all i miss being a kid.
wow..
that was a REALLLY NIICE one..
totally warm.. just something really nice to read.. as much as its mostly all long gone..
oh and for the record.. you're like..TOTALLY cool!!
u can start swelling chest now..
with the amount i eat, chest is swelling like good ol dolly parton.
Some really wonderful memory-type stuff here that I haven't seen mentioned on other blogposts on similar topics.
Really nice. :-)
Non-Sensei
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