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Down the Memory Lane

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 time when ‘Four Cups’ predicted my future, ‘Sandwich’ bruised my palms, and ‘Stone Paper Scissors’ got me through boring classes. I was glad that ‘Tinkle’ and ‘Chandamama’ were not replaced by ‘Kindle’, ‘Road-rash’ was not replaced by ‘Angry Birds’ and fidget spinners did not dominate bubble blowers.


As I sat on the floor reminiscing, my mother came back with her nunchuks. With a sigh, I got back to work wishing I could have stayed a child forever.

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