Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response. Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.
The vision of those day are still visible to my eyes, When we unfolded hand and pretended as flying, Run madly at night to catch some fireflies, Racing of paper boats in monsoon , Smile, after getting a helium balloon , Craziness for candies, love for ice-cream, Sometimes became a cause of our beatings , Drenching in rains, splashing water on siblings Our heart seeked pleasure even in petty things, Cycling in garden ,jumping on trees , Dancing in rain ,craving for mom's maggie , Those fear vibes after watching a horror movie , Our idiocy which made us believed in fantasies , My face is smiling while recalling those phases, When my pain got vanished with mom's soothing blow, With father, we were always ready to go , It's an age we had only priority that is play , We never got tanned while playing in sunny rays, In those days we were careless and free , Fought with friends but never called them enemy , Thousand plans we had create just to bunk school , Oh should I call myself innocent , ignorant or a fool Who trusted an old woman stays on that shiny moon.