Apr 22
Times had gripped us. We, the ones who met and played everyday, rarely met the past two years. Things seemed to move forward on their own, careless about simple things like our, evening meetups, which had a great impact (which was realised, only in its absence). And when we were back there today, after years, I could feel a sweet emotion. Maybe, nostalgia. But something more elated. We spent some nice time there and returned home.
I strongly believe they had this feeling too while being there, because, it was how we were.
Being what we were
It's strange that I don't remember much from my childhood. But, today me and two other neighbor friends set out on cycles and played basketball at a court, where we last played about 2 or 3 years ago.Times had gripped us. We, the ones who met and played everyday, rarely met the past two years. Things seemed to move forward on their own, careless about simple things like our, evening meetups, which had a great impact (which was realised, only in its absence). And when we were back there today, after years, I could feel a sweet emotion. Maybe, nostalgia. But something more elated. We spent some nice time there and returned home.
I strongly believe they had this feeling too while being there, because, it was how we were.
