Childhood
Remember those days when all we fought about were pencils and crayons? When pages were canvasses of trials and temptation of the coming together of ink and paper?
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Remember those days when all we cared about were the paper boats struggling to sail in narrow ditches carved with fallen twigs in the pouring rains? When missing a puddle was an unsaid regret etched across our faces?
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Remember those days when I didn’t think how’d you feel you didn’t care what I’d think chasing puppies and catching butterflies across green meadows and secluded streets?
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Oh, how I wish they were back! Laughing, shouting, scolding, yet growing How we spent those childhood days!
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Asha Seth













