Gone are the days...............

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Gone are the days....

  • When doing homework was the only mammoth task in the world.
  • When fighting with your best friend seemed to be the worst thing on earth.
  • When a petty squabble with your sibling was forgotten in seconds.
  • When our mommy dearest was the world’s best dress designer for us.
  • When “Lets catch up” didn’t need any SMS / call/ FB/twitter. It meant dropping into your friend’s place just like that.
  • When a “katti” meant end of the world and a “boo” meant an end to all disagreements/ fights.
  • When a simple toffee/candy bar seemed the best treat in the world.
  • When a win in a race was a triumphant achievement and cherished for years to come.
  • When anything and everything made us laugh – nothing seemed silly!
  • When physical injuries were the only wounds we ever got.
  • When sitting in mamma’s lap with little bit of pampering made us forget all the pain we had.
  • When those piggy back rides with Dad were unmatched for!
Today the days are such that ~
  • No excitement can make us giggle like before
  • Leading life itself seems to be a huge burden
  • No amount of love can make us forget the pain / wounds we have.
  • We judge things by value and analyze people by their usefulness
  • When every achievement is easily forgotten and replaced by another goal in sight
  • When the best doesn’t seem to be enough and we always seem to be craving for more and more
  • When there is only formality left in relationships and no love
It seems we have got entangled into a cobweb which keeps on getting messier day by day!

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