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Lockdown tales : i

As i hit the road today, I over heard a conversation between two adults.

"Gone are the days when days were filled with laughter", she sighed.

"Look how we breathe let alone laughter", came the other's terse reply.

"The world was once filled with so much of life and light and look how we can't afford to give our kids even the freedom to breathe freely, these masks are giving hard times".

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I took a steep turn no longer wanting to hear dismal stories. As i was about to reach my home, I saw my neighborhood baa ( grandpa). I couldn't even recognize him as he clung helplessly to his wheel chair. I knelt near him to greet him with a "namaste" and his eyes shone when he recognized me. He flashed a welcoming gap toothed smile and the next moment I saw him mimick a frown.

" What's wrong baa?", I asked.
"I no longer have a candy for you like yester years", he winked.

This made me giggle hard. Memories came streaming live when we both talked about the days when baa threw candies at us while returning from office. He would halt his bicycle, make a sharp whistle and we would run for those candies protruding from his shirt pocket. I couldn't run fast and each day would be the last to receive candies but he would make sure that he had one of them reserved for me.

As we sat together under the evening sky, I realised that it's in memories that we relive beautiful days. Time isn't favouring us today, but in our memories we live those bygone days everyday.

With a promise of buying him candies, I relived my childhood a little.

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