Children’s day made me feel a bit nostalgic. Here are my memories of a wonderful childhood, despite the scoldings and whacks. (They were so normal at that time) We ran with bare feet,On soft muddy streets.Played on wide open grounds,With green grass around.When leaves became chapattis,And stones became rice,What fun it was playing saakli,And “dhaba…
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Drunken Nostalgia Chilled beer Warm summer afternoons Abba playing in the background. Voulez vous ? Oh yes I would! I would so go back to those days, Of LP records, And yelling out the lyrics at the top of our voices! Of making jugsful of Rasna And suddenly I am running barefoot On…
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