Mirror, do tell where’s the sweet rhythm of childhood; the slow shifting of time, the infinite joys of everyday
O Mirror, tell me how to find the innocence of childhood; the doll house, vast fields, sweet lullabies
Where’s the courtyard of dreams?
Life was simple.
Mind was like flying kites; where no news was sad; where happiness was in abundance
Where is the courtyard of dreams?
Mirror Mirror in the wall where is childhood?
In sum, adulting sucks. It is hard. Terrifying. When I was younger, all I wanted was to grow up as fast as possible and do all the grown up things. Now I want to be a little girl. Hiding behind Ma’s silk saree and block the world. To not having to worry about life, future or anything. No more FOMO’s. Childhood: eating, playing, shitting, sleeping and repeat. I want that. Feeling very nostalgic today.
If you would like to share your favourite childhood memories —please do, I would love to read it xx