When you were a kid, you grew up losing yourself in those beautiful dreams you see when you saw something that inspired you and you had a deep notion of doing all those things the day you will be an adult. And the journey of that 17-18 years passed like a blink an eye and today you find yourself busy in a college lecture sitting on that dull chairs only for 75% attendance.

And then one day you meet a random kid from Kinder Garden who excitingly tells you about his school and his dreams, and then you realize that over past few years how much you have changed yourself and how much the things changed around you along with your dreams.

That meeting with kid revives your memories and in the night when you go to bed nostalgia hits you beautifully. You start comparing your present life with a kid’s life, who is sitting on a colored chair with a beautiful Mickey Mouse bag, sobbing with crystal clear tears and running nose with Pooh’s handkerchief in his hand. Saggy hairs and crying because he had lost his new Apsara pencil. You keep having these beautiful flashbacks going on in your mind and with every new memory, your heart feels much rested and peaceful than before.

You lost in the memories of fun time you had with your parent when you started going out of the house on your own feet. Walking down on the street holding your father’s finger and fearing from every random dog and cow passes by staring at you. That bicycle races, playing games like Hide and Seek, collecting flowers, scoldings from mother for getting clothes dirty, remember the things which your mother used to beat you(me from utensils, comb, handfan and many more things, I know everyone will remember while reading this but you ain’t going to tell me). With all this the night starts getting darker and the flashbacks of your childhood aren’t letting you sleep then you suddenly realize how you used to sleep in Mother’s lap when you were a kid, this makes you feel a little cozy in your bed and you don’t even remember with which memory you slept with.