Today is 26th Jan, our republic day. Am with my Nanaji in Ajmer and here to attend a wedding in a nearby town. Somehow remembering my childhood days when we used to be here in our summer vacations. Nearby stall's kachori, some sweets and a lassi was all we needed to have a good time.The same night, we had to go the terrace and see the entire city and wonder to our awe. And then, sleep there only (at the terrace) to welcome a new sunshine the next morning.
Am neither feeling nostalgic nor am I not happy today. But somehow at the bottom of my pit, I still feel, Life was much simpler those days. Remembering an SMS a friend recently sent to me and happy to share with a concluding remark on this short article-
"When getting high meant swinging on the playground, when protection meant wearing a helmet, when father's shoulders were the highest place on earth, when the worst enemies were your siblings, when race issues were about who ran the fastest, when the only drug you knew was a cough medicine, when the only thing that could hurt was losing a cricket match, when Goodbyes only meant until tomorrow..and we couldn't wait to grow up. Yeah, those were the days"
............Life has changed now.!