(Left to Right ... Dadamani, Kutti, Anirban, Avik, Babai, Me, Babu, Ayan)It is my birthday! I am having a photo-session with my friends!
...I feel I am outplaced! It's not my place where, once I used to belong! Old memories are like sweet dreams! I feel, I have lost all... I don't want to wake up, don't want to face the real world!
We urged our school buses to run faster! Like everyone, we cursed our routine exams! Sundays were made for both-half matches... we were best sweepers
while removing from our pitch! Those "4/5 Rs. SONY rubber balls" were treasures... Wickets were brick made!
... The lanes, the roofs miss us... we miss them too!
I had the most powerful voice among all! Sounds of "aviiiiik", "babaaaaai" , "chotan daaaaaa" used to tear the evening air! No wonder all the aunts of my neighborhood used to curse me :) Our left hands were efficient in picking up "drain"ed balls! Legs were ready to run, freedom saluted us...
... We find ourselves confined in 4walls... freedom miss us too!
That irritating dog, poor aim of mine, a piece of stone... I never intended to break that glass :( Neither I could stop myself hitting those juicy
half-volleys into sky... oh yes! I had a poor record of breaking glasses :(
We had a drama group, a music band! "Bijoya Sammilon"s were the only shows where we used to perform! Chotan Da had the worst memory... Babai was the
best actor... Dadamani was the best singer:) and me? I am good at everything :)
...I miss the stage, we miss the applauds... the support!
Things have changed now!
No one shouts at us! The lane in front my house remains empty, every evening! Chotan Da has forgotten how to climb the pipes! Kutti misses his "chili desserts"! Babai doesn't crack jokes anymore, Ayan misses the sprint races...
I miss those days...
