Nostalgia Of Soul

I remember those days, 

When I was little and used to play in the mud without any fuss or cuss 

When I amused myself by playing marbles with my brothers from another mother 

When eating kulfi from street vendors was the ultimate goal 

When gossiping to friends while sitting under the stars was not a herculean role 

When my besties used to bring lunch for me just because it was my favorite dish 

When holding hands and walking together with my crush was a real wish

I remember those days when,

I wasn't judged by my skin color or how many pounds have I put on 

I wasn't judged by big eyes or small nose or uneven skin tones 

I wasn't judged by on whether or not I know about politics or cosmopolitics 

I wasn't judged by the gender I spend my time with 

I wasn't judged by how much of my body is covered by my clothes 

I miss those days when I wasn't judged as an object of ridicule but was felt by my soul!