I hate it!

Actually this post is about the things that I love the most and the fact that I hate it that I know that I m gonna have to do without them for the rest of life!
U know things like... Walking with a bag of 5 kgs on your back in the delhi summer at 1 in the afternoon..
Only that, 'the' bag used to be my favourite blue colored school bag dangling on my shoulders filled with every possible book in the world- this 5 min walk from bus stand to home would be a mutual exchange of quick reportage of the day at school with the accompanying entourage..and just as u were about to discover a major gossip, there u would see ur mom waving so frantically at you from the balcony that u almost wondered if u just returned from ur trip to US after a month... And then u would take 'god swear' to be told about that gossip the next day and make a dash for home.. And in what I now know is K3G style mom would welcome u (ofcourse sans the arti thaali n all). After the warm usher in and cool rasna, it would be time for some topline of the day to be shared with ma, while the lunch was being laid out and she was cursorily checking your school diary for any mishap... Oh and how could I forget that kicking off shoes in the air... Sigh! Some action that was, with background score of usual nagging of ma.

I really cherish those times now! ...for i know now that i could never be so carefree and yet be so cared for..
no cellphones, no wallets, no keys, no tasks lists, no Hercules sword perennially dangling over you as you undertake anything- sheer joy of life- pure bliss.

No hypocrisy, no hiding of emotions, speaking without a care in the world, nothing you say or do ever gets misread, you could climb and shit on someone's head and he wouldn't be offended.

No heavy stuff, no lethargy of relationships, no burden on any part of your body leave alone shoulders....and you are darling of the world around...you are all that there is to life for them...

and i know it will sound like the worst cliche - but i so hate growing up!