This is Story of those Days.....
When our excitement doubled with a smell of new books,
When a single new dress suprised us like anything on this earth,
When our happiness knew no bounds for a visit in zoo,
When Shaktiman was only our Sunday show,
When we gathered all our neighbours for seeing Rainbow,
When we felt asleep counting stars,
When our eyes stayed still waiting for aeroplane,
When we spread our arms beneath sky to welcome rains,
When a simple bike ride was enough to amuse us,
When every place we played was playground for us,
When crying was relief to every pain,
When truth was only the language we knew,
I forgot when childhood days of ours, turned into myriads of memories,
Which are caught in book of our Childhood, in corner of our Heart....
Yes...This is story of those Days!
Days, which we are dying to Live Again....!