When everything was possible...
A suppressed but sweet smile can be noticed on her lips when she thinks of running after every other butterfly,and how surprised she would get by seeing the beautiful colors butterfly would leave on the finger tips of her elder cousin, who was working as a trainer of catching flying butterflies...
She would get crazy by seeing the gas balloons and all those funky bright colors would make her jump all around with happiness and excitement.She misses the time when she would fly kites with her father and how innocently she would ask her dad to tie the thread of balloon in her little finger instead,as she was unable to manage kite flying on her own.
A tear rolled down from her cheeks to remember that how a perfect shopkeeper she would become,when her mother would return from shopping with 3 to 4 big bags full of new clothes and accessories.She would carefully hang the new frocks at every place,she could manage to reach with her baby-height.Some in the door of fridge,some on the handles of doors, some in the windows and would spread the un stitched ones over the floor.
In her childhood everything was possible.She sometimes would imitate a Tandoor wala,without taking her mom's scolds into any consideration.She would pick up Sofa back round cushions,and would tear newspapers into square shaped pieces to make the "chapatis".Now when the time has gone, it seems the most sweetest thing that how she would make the newspaper wet by first dipping her little hands in a bowl of water and then to the chapatis so that she could stick them on the walls of tandoor just as tandoorchis do.(The underside of the bed would perform the function of tandoor).
She still remembers crawling into the tunnels of cushion and then hunting for the toffees and other little things which her siblings would hide for her in the tunnel game.
As time passes by,she changes her hobbies and interests.Now she has everything she has ever wished for, she is happy for all Allah has blessed her with, but why her eyes are still dimmed and her cheeks pink with some hidden sorrow?Because.. she knows that she will keep getting new things,she will keep discovering every day molding into another lovely day, but the time, the golden time of her childhood when she cracked the most silly jokes,laughed till her belly aches, and the satisfaction of making everything possible will never come back....
"Kitne achey they din,mere bachpan k din,
mere bichron ko muj se mila dey koi,
mera bachpan kisi mol la de koi...."
