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Childhood Memories

By Sujatha.R


Wearing skirts with oiled two plaits

always on the street with neighbors kids

No breakfast, no lunch

Playing hide and seek, Paandi

Color, color what color what do you choose?

The streets were wide and clean

Played on the Terraces too

Left no place

sometimes fought with friends on games

blaming each other

Naana used to yell as we made noises

Once Naana was in the bathroom

my friend went and hide himself

Naana screamed...

The whole house tip toed

uncles, aunties smiling and also reprimanding

energies spent but happiness mattered

listening to stories from Damu's mother


making us listen and want more and more

some years before Damu's mom visited our street

Childhood friends a treasure

Lovely memories on which I dote still


By Sujatha.R

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