i was playing "stapu" with some of my friends when some some senior girls ( may be of 10th, 11th or 12th standard) came and asked if they can play with us. We were more than happy to have "them" playing with us.
- This is a scene stored in my memory as it is... I still remember the scorching sun of Delhi over us when i finished my lunch in 10 minutes or so, so that i could play with my friends when i was in 6th standard. I used to emulate them, wishing when will i get elder, become like them....
I don't know how the time passed... if everything that ever happened was a dream or something that really happened!! I sometimes wonder if I ever was what I was or was it a dream... When I see a 2 months old (young rather) child I tend to think if I ever were so small!!20 years have passed, i met a lot of people, visited many places, learned various things but just an obscure images are there in my mind...I changed many schools, spent years in different places... and the time drifted without letting me know... Its now that I am seeing myself as a third person and realizing that many moments have passed and many will....
Now, the senior classes in which i wanted to go have passed... a 12th year student is a junior to me.... i have grown up...
I wonder if my hairs will turn white in a similar way?? without even letting me stop and take notice that how much has elapsed...
