Last night I was lying sleepless. I was in subconscious mode. I was conscious about the things I thought; it ranged from the first day in school, the fear of being out of parents’ vicinity, to the last day’s experienced at school, which involved some exciting classes. I was recollecting the creations I shared with my friends when I was a child. I used some junks to make my own toys. I used to write paragraphs, about anything that came into my mind. Most of those were about space. I liked the term “space” very much back then. I was amazed by the intricate beauty the space possessed. I also liked to play cricket, it was much fun back then, with all of my friends playing together. I drew a lot, anything, from village scenes to crashed aircraft.
I noticed that, with my age going up, I am leaving behind a few things which I thought I would never leave. Like writing paragraphs, I now write scarcely.
I recollected a cartoon which I used to watch, “Dragon Ball Z”. It was an action cartoon, with all those big guys fighting a lot. Now, when I try to watch those, it doesn’t attract me a bit. I used to watch television. Now, I don’t even sit before the TV set for a minute.
All these recollections I made last night, made me think of one thing, am I leaving my childhood behind.