So adjust and adapt we do to whichever place our work takes us. But somewhere in the recesses of our mind there is a window of our childhood days when the mornings seemed dewy and the evenings fresh.
When the motion pictures of our mind takes us to that frame in flashback where our laughter was uninhabited and emotions pure and unadulterated.
I simply let my mind wander back to the time where story books, an hour of watching your favorite cartoon show, paani puri from the road side vendor and picnics with friends on lazy winter mornings were the crux of our lives. When paychecks, compensation packages and new electronic gadgets were far off things.
The place of these memories will soon be taken up by newer ones but even today I cannot refrain myself from wishing that if I could go back to those narrow lanes, to those small local markets, to those kind teachers and to those old friends. Above all I wish I could be my daddy’s little girl again.