I REMEMBER...
My first day at school at the age of 3…where I made myself comfy by hiding at my sis’s feet(she was in first class and there was a lot of room for me beneath her bench) playing, a top which I brought from home, till my class teacher came looking for me…
The days I used to run around like my daddy’s little girl, helping him clean his bike( though it wasn’t much really, I used to feel I was doing all the work…:p )
The days when my mom used to do all sorts of lovely things just to ensure that I ate.
The days when me n my sis used to play all the world’s most funniest games till we had no more energy left.
The days when my brother used to take me for joy rides, going down the lanes that I randomly pointed at.
The day my mother tried so hard just to bring back the smile on my crying face.
My first day at the new big school in my second class…where the mere strength of the class…a whopping 72 students was enough to make me get a fake stomach ache so I could sleep in the last bench :p
The days when I used to curl into my mom’s lap, feeling gloomy, on a Sunday night… ( had to go back to school on mon…:) )
How many of those kids forced to work at those hotels or construction sites REMEMBER such things?
I ask: How can something be remembered when it hasn’t even happened? ...
Every child is equally innocent and has got every right to enjoy that bliss of innocence.
