Winter Mornings

The smoggy winter morning brings back memories dipped in years of schooling. The struggle with tiny skirts, saviour blazers, multicoloured mufflers and the not so long sleeves. The low lying fog covering the field and us as kids pretending to smoke with the help of cigarette candy expelling the icy breathe.

Still remember getting ready early morning at 6 with heaters in every corner of the room and constantly praying that the fog being the culprit will declare a holiday. Never true. The winter exams were ultimate. Shivering and trying to recollect what one studied in the chill of the previous night, not so successful. And now that I come to it, we never had heaters in our schools. God life would have been, well chilly. Its funny how all this never mattered when you were with a bunch of friends trying to make the most out of what you've got. How naïve, yet never judged.

Even melody toffee was a treat and bhutta from the street, evening snack. Outdoors was our first love and TV was just a time pass tool. The balancing of the last bite of the cola bar in summers was a talent and having icecream in a cup, the most loser-ish act. Boy bands were a must and dance classes were meant for actually just dancing! Braces was a sign of being spoiled and the color of the bands on the teeth, a fashion statement. The canteen food; calories were unheard of and hygiene was nothing to care about.

The fog so dense it got harder to see further, further into the near future. In the constant hurry to grow up, I forgot how priceless those years were. Studies were the last thing on my mind as things just kept materialising for themselves without too much to do or think about. They say generations have developed huge gaps. I truly believe in it. Unable to relate to my own siblings a few few years younger to me is not very surprising any more. It doesn't astound me if I can't understand some joke cracked by my little brother or the scare that prevails in my nerves before opening my younger sister's facebook profile. Things indeed have taken a huge poseidon like turn.

It was understood that we could pick up our bicycles and run off to play with whomsoever we wanted, now it seems like an invite to kidnappings, harassing etc. The dark used to be my deadline, now seems like the breaking dawn for many girls and guys much much younger to me. And above all that, you get to hear stuff like OMG didi whats wrong with you! Grow up. Ok then.

Funny it is how time plays tricks on you, kindles you first and then becomes against you !