When I was a child…

              

When I was a child
Life was a beautiful hymn
And Daddy’s shoulder sung the most soulful rhyme.

When I was a child,
Neighbourhood was not a stranger’s mansion but
Was our very own play station.

Birthday parties were not themes & dates but,
Were filled with Mumma’s homemade cakes.

When I was a child,
Apple was nothing more than fruit and,
Gadgets were the thing of dudes.
International air travel was not a norm but,
Going to nani’s home in summer vacation was all we want.

When I was a child,
Play station and smart phones didn’t existed but,
Our hearts were filled with Chacha Chaudhary and Nancy Drew mysteries.

When I was a child,
Mumma’s vada pao was the favourite sub,
And friendship was beyond social media hub.

When I was a child,
Cameras were not so mobile and,
Sepia tinted albums were used to spark smile.

Today when I sit back and realize my heart tugs at the strings of those memories that are left far behind.

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