Yesterday as I was getting my stuff billed at the supermarket, I saw a little girl frantically tugging at her mother’s pallu, asking her for a painting kit.
“But, Mom, you told me you’d buy me one, once I reach class 4”. 
Her mother tried to steer her attention towards the school-bags section, but she stayed put. Eventually, the mother gave in, and the daughter was all smiles as she paraded the store with her brand new painting kit.
Somewhere between pestering our parents to buy us what we want, to paying our own bills, we all grew up!

For a moment I was secretly tempted to fly back into my childhood (if there is such a possibility) – a time when life was so much simpler, so much easier.
Time flies, and how!


Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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