As I sit watching kids whisk by me in my mother's school, small things make me wonder about the sweetness of childhood. The carefree jubliation on not being caught in a game of pakdam pakdai, the innocent cartwheels on escaping being the `denner' in the game; the aping of filmi dances in a bid to attract the attention of fellow classmates and on a more subconscious level to hasten the gap between childhood and adoloscence. The reckless comments on any bystander; a private joke cracked and laughed heartily at. Eyeing a fresh intrusion to the group with suspicious and the very next minute cheekily extending the hand of friendship. The trivial fights over who's cheating in a game of book cricket; the silences; the katti and then the gradual thawing towards one another in the lunch break. Wish relationships were as simple as when they were when we were children. If only adults didn't leave behind the sweet fragrance of childhood to pur on a mask of logic and reason. Because sometimes the most spontaneous, unreasonable and logically absurd things are the ones that add a silver lining to life.
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