The Ink Flows....

In this present emotional ice age when sharing of feelings is a crime, I remember my childhood days when sharing of love was prime. Those days when tears rolled with laughter and love and security bound me in endless ties, those moments when I moved like an innocent dove played pranks, shared joys and dreamt of paradise. We know of love that was pure and selfless we lived a life, filled with small joys and happiness, we cared for tender emotions, we cared for each other, we felt for all and belonged to one another. Such were our possessions that we were proud of, such was the wisdom of feelings we boasted of. Today, as I capture the flavour of past events and recollect those bottled joyous moments, I feel richer with such a childhood, than having endless riches. Even today in this emotional ice age, things are not really as bad as we gauge.