I miss those Saturdays when I tossed away my blanket and run right to the hall, switch on my favorite channel and snuggled in my favorite sofa. Or those days when I could fake a stomach ache just because I didn’t feel like going to school. Actually I never did that. I loved going to school. And if by any chance I didn’t want to go, mom allowed me to stay back. Or crying the day before my Geography exam because I had so much to study and just a few hours and then mom says it ok if you flunk write whatever you know (That was the only time she was cool about flunking L). And the happiness when the scores came, for I actually did a good job. Or eagerly waiting for the summer holidays, so I could fly to Dad and be with him for whole two months. Or
days hours I went on a hunger strike because I wanted a computer. Or the
board exam fear. Or the phone calls from my best friend the night before the
exam to do that last minute combine studies. Or the moments when J and I
exchanged those Sidney Sheldon books which were paper wrapped because we were
still too young to read them. Or the day when mom forcefully made me do a
confession to our Priest when I questioned my Christian beliefs after reading
Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code. Or the hours spend in school library bunking Hindi
lectures. Or the hard work done in organizing a Science Expo or a school event
and the fun we had and blunders we did. Or mimicking the accent of the new
North Indian Nuns not knowing that eventually we’ll also be speaking in that
very same accent. Or been melodramatic about the farewell and the first saree. Or
that rainy last day of school when I roamed around the premises, cherishing all
the nook and corners with my best friend.
I miss those innocent days of childhood. Then it was more of living but now it’s more of surviving.
But I am grateful for those days of wonder years. They still make me smile and taught me to see dreams.
So what was your wonder years like? Do share the fun and happy moments.