The other day at work, everybody was sharing stories about their childhood. The pranks they played and blunders they made as kids.
It all seemed so different then. While all that was transpiring, we never thought these would become our epic childhood moments and fondest memories.
All of us heard everyone's stories with such keenness, we wanted to know what happened next. It was a room full of smiles and warmth. I could see their juvenile avatars.
Yes, it was the same room where fights and arguments take place everyday. These were the same people who talk condescendingly about each other.
Childhood. Its memories are powerful enough to exude innocence and affection.
I wish we remembered that we were children once. That our hearts used to ooze innocence. That grudges never lasted for more than a few minutes. That smiling was our second nature. That love was for all. That friendship came naturally to us.
I wish...
Why do we wish so much!
It all seemed so different then. While all that was transpiring, we never thought these would become our epic childhood moments and fondest memories.
All of us heard everyone's stories with such keenness, we wanted to know what happened next. It was a room full of smiles and warmth. I could see their juvenile avatars.
Yes, it was the same room where fights and arguments take place everyday. These were the same people who talk condescendingly about each other.
Childhood. Its memories are powerful enough to exude innocence and affection.
I wish we remembered that we were children once. That our hearts used to ooze innocence. That grudges never lasted for more than a few minutes. That smiling was our second nature. That love was for all. That friendship came naturally to us.
I wish...
Why do we wish so much!
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