The Green Page

Down the Memory Lane Cleaning my room is a Herculean task, that happens once in a blue moon. After seeing my mother’s ladle, which is quite equivalent to Bruce Lee’s nunchuks, I knew that I was in the red zone. I raced to my room and assured her that the room would be spick and span in an hour. I decided to start with my cupboard that showered me with clothes, books and random things that narrowly missed hitting my head. After fifteen minutes, I came across my old school bag that I had not seen over half a decade. The zipper was stuck and with a great effort, I finally opened it. My eyes sparkled with a childish grin. I emptied the bag’s contents on the floor. I let out a cry of joy as I saw my old pencil box. It still had my old ‘Hero’ ink pen, an old Scooby-Doo eraser and a small pencil that was sharpened on both sides. As I rummaged through the mess, I came across my most prized possession- Power Rangers and WWE action cards. The old days flashed before my eyes. The ti