Childhood never really abandons us….it remains inside in traces n pieces, waiting 2 b wholly let out lyk an ugly frog ready 2 b kissed into a prince charming……its true dat we cnt blow spit bubbles nemore cz dats socially barbaric as grown-ups, cnt wear shorts due 2 d sudden outcropping of adult legs underneath, cnt gorge on food widout d trepidation of an overhanging tummy, feel annoyed at d noisy travels of d tongue trying hard 2 get rid of d thick paste on d roof of mouths which r remains of d discounted wayside dalda fried mishtis, dreams of staying happy n married wid our 1st lover dnt re-occur nemore, volume of books amplify but hours put into reading dem decline, parents r ATM’s n homes r free of charge hotels wid complimentary round d clock meals n widout charge laundry services, nights r no longer dreamy but escapades in2 virus inviting porn sites or internet messengers flaunting an assortment of virtual frnds, visits 2 candy shops hv graduated into those 2 beauty salons n tom n jerry has silently given way 2 desperate housewives, virginity is no more customary but lack of attractiveness n imperceptible walls turn up between conflicting siblings craving 4 paradoxical personal space n overshadowing sympathy, Cindrella despondently gives way 2 Sidney Sheldon n daily doses of milk n nursery rhymes make room 4 linking park n beer bottles, accidental head bangs no more cause d dread of protruding horns n careless words r no longer laughed at n 4gotten nemore, complete English sentences wid d correct spellings n perfect handwriting r nt distant dreams nw n red rimmed yellow sunglasses n fluorescent coloured toy watches wid tym painted on them r no more fashionable ….hmmm.....we actually n vulnerably live our lives wid jst traces n pieces of d left over remains of a lost childhood,mutely waiting 2 b massacred n removed widout slightest evidences of d slaughter by an over-aged world around......abnormally normal,allthough......