The Smell Of Childhood

Sitting on the couch, with myself. Sniffing the old album, I Recall all the memories that bring happiness . In Old days roaming with altruistic people , Going here and there with no destination, As the supple time came, running towards our homes, To eat delicious food. When something was needed, some words were enough. When night arouse, Lying on the lap of granny was enough make me asleep. But when the yellow coloured bus arrived in front of the house, Dunno why suddenly my stomach start hurting. While boarding on the bus, My pearls starts shedding. The school hours seemed endless, leaving me bored , But as soon as the bell rang, I started running with rejoicement . And excited to meet mummy after the school. When the bus stop at my home, with no sonner I run straight to mom, hugging her tighly. I with bared feet start running to my friend's house, And my granny behind me with my shoes. After playing for hours I start running towards my father And forcing him with all my power to the shop. At night sleeping with grandpa and telling him my day's adventure. Was the most lovely thing of my children. Now living in a apartment , With only myself, make me to miss those precious