we are so busy making a life that we forget about moments.
what would I not do- to re-live a moment in time for that familiar aroma in the air of coming to home cooked food at my grandma's, the smell of roasted spices wafting through the house,
throwing those heavy bags from school, those homework pressures, the arguments, the teachers warning all that left at the door, into her warm embrace just had to do it.
those friends oh good god! Always in the midst of trouble." Mischief" was the middle name of me and my 2 accomplices and to those who would dare to join in and take the blame was "warning.. the minute the bell rings for another period, the class monitor would march to the black board and chalk out our names with an "evil grin" on her face
Everything from misplacing stuff needed for that class to bunking to White lying our way through the class period.
"Outstanding" was not really in our report cards but we actually gave true meaning to that word.
those assembly times all of us trying to form a line nearer to the one tree we had in our school ground so we could shade ourselves from the sun.
The songs we used to listen that gave me a rush, the first crush, the yearning to grow up, those evening chai and baban's vada pav,
Looking over the balcony into the horizon dwelling on those long gone moments, becoming moist eyed brings me the greatest comfort - warms the soul.
If someone told me to stop growing fast and just live for those moments cause they would never ever come back..
I would and I would not be afraid to make a few more crazy ones.
From this moment on.....
