Why did we ever grow up?

Why did we ever grow up. 

Why? Just why?

To slow down the swing from its full zenith. As it comes to a gentle halt. So devoid of any joy. To stop to Nothing worth holding on. 

Why did I ever get off? I should have held on to it longer, tighter. I should have swung higher than ever before and then higher that that even.

I should have jumped off right then. So I could not have felt the drudgery of leaving the swing behind in the playground. 

Why did we ever grow up? 

To think of mud as something dirty rather than a world of possibilities it could be when we ploughed it with our tiny, timble hands. Mud pies, melting castles or just something to squish around. 

It would somehow find its way to our clothes and hair and faces and those smiles peeking from underneath that grit and grime would be reflected in our mother’s when we would come back home with stories of our labours.

Why did we ever grow up. Why.

To not see your dear Nana miyan’s loving smile again. His booking laugh. His soft hands. To not smell his clothes that always reminded of powdered babies heads.

Why. Did we ever grow up.

Advertisements

Author:

Hi! I may be a world of things, double masters, aspiring novelist, a businesswoman and what not. That's just it with education and other things I went about. But to be honest, I am just a bored housewife with a laptop and a cupboard full of art supplies. So Here is my Blog about how I spend my day, kill time and do things that pull me up from borderline insanity. So, welcome to my blog! Please feel free to leave your comments, criticism or suggestions. Also, please like and vote and share if you find anything worth your time or interest. Appreciation goes a loooooong way. Happy reading! God bless!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s