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Sugar, spice and everything nice


When I was younger whatever my parents and teachers would tell me, was the gospel truth. All my childhood days I actually believed that drinking tea makes you dark πŸ˜€ (I still don’t drink tea by the way).

After I watched Child’s Play I hoped (not scared) that my toys would talk to me one day. I would slowly peek into my playroom to check if they actually move around and talk to each other.

I would never forget to make a wish on a fallen eye lash and shooting star. The clouds formed shapes to tell me stories from the fairy land.

I miss the summer vacations I would spend learning something new, and smelling the books bought for the next term.

It was a ritual to collect the water from the first rain (I seriously have no clue why I used to do that). I would be so excited to use my new umbrella that I would stand in the balcony with it open whenever it would rain.

Newspapers were something sacred, reading one meant that you were among the adults (I used to read the papers and never understand a word).

Prayers only included a list of chocolates I wished to eat and the good grades that I had to score.

Gone are the days when the world was a wonderful place with lovely people.

Now happiness is not something that is got from a bar of chocolate.

How I wish I could travel time to relive my cherished childhood days.

Signing off with a nice poem πŸ™‚

“A Second Childhood.”

When all my days are endingΒ 
And I have no song to sing,
I think that I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing.

Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangs
On all my sins and me,
Because He does not take away
The terror from the tree
And stones still shine along the road
That are and cannot be.

Men grow too old for love, my love,
Men grow too old for wine,
But I shall not grow too old to see
Unearthly daylight shine,
Changing my chamber’s dust to snow
Till I doubt if it be mine.

Behold, the crowning mercies melt,
The first surprises stay;
And in my dross is dropped a gift
For which I dare not pray:
That a man grow used to grief and joy
But not to night and day.

Men grow too old for love, my love,
Men grow too old for lies;
But I shall not grow too old to see
Enormous night arise,
A cloud that is larger than the world
And a monster made of eyes.

Nor am I worthy to unloose
The latchet of my shoe;
Or shake the dust from off my feet
Or the staff that bears me through
On ground that is too good to last,
Too solid to be true.

Men grow too old to woo, my love,
Men grow too old to wed;
But I shall not grow too old to see
Hung crazily overhead
Incredible rafters when I wake
And I find that I am not dead.

A thrill of thunder in my hair:
Though blackening clouds be plain,
Still I am stung and startled
By the first drop of the rain:
Romance and pride and passion pass
And these are what remain.

Strange crawling carpets of the grass,
Wide windows of the sky;
So in this perilous grace of God
With all my sins go I:
And things grow new though I grow old,
Though I grow old and die.”Β 
β€”Β G.K. ChestertonΒ (The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton)

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17 thoughts on “Sugar, spice and everything nice

  1. Prayers also included more holidays and less school.. indirectly ment more rain.. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ looks like the kids dees days njoy school more than holidays.. so its not raning as it used to…

  2. Story which shares the memories of our good old days… when I read the story, I felt, a child from our past is talking to us about those days… It was really a sweet story and you managed to keep the innocence as it is… poem was really good too.. πŸ™‚

      1. πŸ™‚ Ha Ha !! thats true neha!!Mithun has really given a very nice comment πŸ˜› But its also true that i felt the same when i read this!! Its really superb!! it took me to a different world Thumbs up mithun!! guess you also should start writing something!! Or atleast now share your blog with us(if you already have one!! ) πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  3. Lovely Read!!! Reminded me of those college days lol… visits to Pabba’s, Prabhu bakery… ( Envying you as ur house was close to it πŸ˜› ), yearly crushes… PJ’s and all other eateries… πŸ˜‰ We’ll do all that again with my lil one πŸ˜€ LOL

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