Faded Calender- Faded Childhood

Scrubbing the graphite trails on the low wall/ whitewashing the crooked lines making/ reminiscing old days when I used to raise my toes and then mark my height/ wiping the lipstick marks on my closet writing ' Sam 2010'/ scratching the Disney stickers from my bookshelf, which used to be my mount Everest/ commencing the hiking from the 1st row to the top which was all my joy even after hurting myself.

Swimming race in the bathtub / making fishes out of bubbles puddles of water and splashing playing/now I am wiping the floor and cleaning the tub

Playing on the wild swing and feeling the air press hard on my face, pushing my sister on cycle to gain the momentum, putting my little sister on my lap and all thrill was in our bag/ now I am hanging out pictures on my new wall.

Wrapping myself in a blanket to stay away from evil/ playing games on the plate with leftover curry/ 

Wearing mum's cloth and dress up like her/ now our shoulders are equal

Sneaking into the kitchen and having snacks on early weekends when mum is asleep/ climbing on the chair to reach the cabinets, hitting my head on the top, now I am embracing those scars

Those days when Disney had magic and tooth fairy, Santa was true, Innocence was all that I knew.

Sick leaves from school, watching Disney and discovery channel/ mum feeding me oiled paratha/ sipping soup from my own designer bowl/ now I am picking up the bits of the shattered bowl of memories.

Running around the park/sand in our shoes/ mouth waiting for ice creams vans on Saturday afternoons/ now I don’t find any vans

Scrapping off the old calendar hung on the wall/ fading dates and similarly vivid fading childhood days.