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Wana grow young with you..



 Amidst the gossips of childhood
The child inside me wants to befriend your childhood
It wants to know how did you became the part of this world
For how many sec did you yell until your mumma took you into her arms to make you feel what peace was.
How would you look at your cousins, strangers in your eye
When time helped to age to a stage of speaking,
What was the first word you made special?
Ma
Papa
Or something other, lucky enough to be yours first word.
When did you learn to find your mumma by silently crawling out of your bed into the kitchen.
When did you got the urge to run like those in the kinder garden?
How many times did you fall to rise onto legs?
How would show your anger when you belly was yelling for milk and mumma was yelling at shanta bai.
Which tune did make you to land in fairyland?
Which game did you played the most when at granny's place ?
Who taught your 'A' and how perfect were you at scribbling it on the slate with trembling white stick ?
How would you taunt Ramu kaka for yelling at you for breaking his window sliders?
What tricks did you play for bunking the KG class?
What faces did you make for spilling out the extra chocolate from mumma jars?
What or rather who was your hiding spot when mumma was casting the angry class ?
Were you the hero of your dad?
Riding on to his back,
As the prince of your yard.
What was the season which made the naughty king to be promoted to class where he would find the queen of his kingdom

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