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Long ago, when I was a child, I was good in day dreaming! Visualizing myself as hero, thinking as if I was flying, contemplating myself with the super heroes like Shaktiman and Junior G. Long ago, I was a child and I was free to imagine, free to make senseless talks, and fantasies without boundaries. Long ago when there were no obligations and no restrictions, no commitments and no realizations. Long ago when animals were friends and gardens were playgrounds...
I do not remember when did I change, when my dreams of mystical powers turned into dreams of realistic powers. I do not remember when my habit of weird imagination turned into pragmatic approach (as others put it). My infatuation for super heroes could not last long and it turned into my love for Gandhi and A. P. J. Abdul Kalam. They say I am grown up!
I feel nostalgic, nostalgic for that freedom and that stubbornness. For those rains we used to wait eagerly, for those festivals on which we used to fly kites, for those days on which we used to play with colors and those nights on which we used to lighten up home with candles and crackers.
Things have changed certainly. From priorities to perceptions, for importance of time to scarcity of time. From festivals to parties, from outdoors games like hide and seek to class room responsibilities like assignments and presentations. Goals are changed, the dreams are changed, the friends are changed and the time is changed.
But change is life, and those who do not change with time become extinct with time. No doubt, this change is unstoppable and universal. For good or for bad, its beyond my comprehension yet. Do I like this change? being an emotional fool I do not! But...
But when I see that those who nurtured me, those who never stopped me from dreaming, those who gave me the freedom to walk the way I like and to talk the way I life. I see a change in them as well...
They are getting old, they do not say anything of course but they do expect something that is untold. They do not ask for time but they often look with hopes toward me. They are getting old, and I am getting mature. They are getting weak and I am getting strength over the time. They talk about past usually and I think of future usually.
There is a gap, a generation gap. Now what they talk I find it funny sometimes, I find it ridiculous sometimes, I find it irritating sometimes, I find it rudimentary and superstitious sometimes. Their stories are old, their way of looking at things is classical, their taste is traditional and their days are conventional.
I love them! love for the time I spent with them. Love for all the wishes that were heard on my one call. Love for the stories that they told me before so that I could sleep. The time when there was no google and no cable, they told me the answer of every question I asked. The time when there were no phones they told me how to write a letter. The time where there were no presentation they played with me hide and seek.
I have my made my choice, I will do the sacrifice they did for me, I will do the things they want me to do so. I will walk on the path that makes them happy. I will spent my time with them telling them some new stories. I will love them the way they love me!!