Happy old times

As we grow, so does times
but our childhood remains
somewhere deep inside.

From what seemed like a usual boring day turned in to a very exciting on. Cool breeze and fluffy cumulus clouds making Sunday evening seem like a beautiful painting on the canvass of sky. Ana squealed in delight as a tall handsome guy ran behind her. She took a dip from under his arms and ran again.
Ana, he laughed. And she ran.
Gotchcha, he breathed as he caught her and together they roared in to laughter.They held hands and ran behind the others. For almost an hour a series of pleasurable laughter, screams, and squeals went on as they caught their kin one by one and made a chain to attack the next.
Cheryl, you are next.
Christ, No. Go after Robbie.
Am going to be the winner this time cherry berry. Just wait and watch.
And a huge chain of them went out to get one of them holding each other’s hand tight, making their chain secured
.Cheryl 
Robbie
And in the confusion of who to go after the chain broke. They laughed and shouted and ran back in the den’s corner to start afresh.
Robbie you cheated.
Cherry berry grow up. Robbie taunted.
And they all fell on the floor of their terrace laughing and breathing heavy.
Man, we have really grown old.
Ana rolled her eyes at Robbie. We are still under 19 Robs. You are old. The over 20 oldie.
And a ripple of laughter broke.
But it was fun. Said Cheryl, half still laughing and half catching her breath.
We must do this often. 
Thanks Ana, for the idea.
Ana fell flat on the roof watching the clouds fly by and sun repeatedly trying to hide behind them.


   Earlier in the day, at 7 in the morning Ana stood at the balcony of her flat with her usual cup of Sunday special coffee. At some distance, on a terrace she saw some kids playing kabaddi. The pleasure, the laughter they shared transported Ana to her childhood. Oh, how she misses her school day, summer vacations specially. When all her cousins and she herself would visit their paternal house and spend hours and hours playing something or the other. They were always inseparable as long as the vacations used to end.
As they grew up, vacations became a history, and so did their time together. Although they all are placed in Delhi, but they hardly get time to meet. Their busy schedule and long commuting hours doesn’t make it sound worth an effort. Though they always try to meet once in a month or stay in touch over phones. But, no points for guessing, it isn’t the same like good old vacation days. Today, watching those kids play ignited many tempting, happy memories to her. And she wanted to live that moment back. And what Ana wants, Ana does. And here they are, relishing, reliving old times. Again.