when did I stop…

feeling the morning breeze, mimicking the calling bird, shaking the branch after a rainfall, letting ourself wonder with the buzzing bee, playing with tentacles of the hidden snail, smelling a wild flower, when stones , mud, stick, leaf were the toys to play. unforgettable memories of our summer holidays at our grandmas village. gone are the days when we could see the night sky and say that the stars are countless. fireflies does not visit our house anymore. nature is not same anymore and so do I.

it was pleasure listening to my mother about her childhood days the other day. how all the other cousin joined at their grandma’s place and had fun in the fields, stories of eating mangoes and getting heat pimples, the work they did - helping hand at home, learning new prayer songs eat days by grandfather. days full of life and life lessons. I imagine that I had only enjoyed half of what my mother enjoyed in her childhood days. thinking that makes me question when did I stop having doing things that made me truly joyful.