Tuney Meli Choti Khichi? :O

4:15 p.m. it was, when I, following a routine, was returning from the college. The bus drops me about half-a-kilometer away from my home. So I get a chance to lose at least a few pounds each day as I silently walk on the cold roads with giant trees on both sides accompanying  me ,watching the idle men at the cigar shops, women back from the grocery shopping or the teen-aged "future of India” returning from their tuition! But today was something different!

Just as I stepped out of my school-like-looking bus, I heard something that drifted my interest & forced me to gaze there for the next few minutes. What I saw?Little kids, aged between five and eight  sitting in a yellow mini bus, which was at halt to drop one among them, shouting notoriously, crying

 "Mamma.. Mamma...!","Mujhe apni bottle wapus kar!" , "Mummy ko keh doongi!" , "Tuney meli choti khichi?!" , "Kal tiffin mai bread butter lana!" ...

Such beautiful were those days,when we knew not ,what competition was,what jealousy meant.Days when“Daud Pakad” used to be just a game and not the race of/for life!