Old Gold Days!

When vacation meant grannies home,

Getting up early to get the rent cycle first,

When every street vendor was our friend,

When cricket was our ultimate sport,

When junk was our most valued possessions,

When every rain was accompanied by hot snacks from Grandma,

When eat, sleep, the play was on repeat mode...

When summer meant endless fun...

When next morning had no expectations...

The times when the street was second home...

The times where every neighbor in the street was family...

I miss my vacation.

I miss that world.

Some moments & some memories

Will be carried to the grave...

Till death do us apart!