Life Was Beautiful

I feel like a birth's difference thinking about it..

But its actually just a decade and a half.. We lived in a very small house.. of 3 rooms.. a hall.. a bedroom and a kitchen.I still remember sleeping in between my parents guarding me on both sides.. Mobiles hadn't born then..

My eyes din't have the trouble of light hitting its sensor throughout the night..

I wasn't happy getting a call nor sad for not getting one..

There was no fake promises nor people..

There was no tension of the first ring nor the vibration..

There was no need for long explanation texts..

There was no smiles nor tears.. I dint know what salary was..

I dint know what it is to have a bike or car..

I din't know I would cry with my face hidden in a pillow for someone leaving me..

There was no happiness for success nor disappointments for failure..

There was no fear of tomorrow.. I was there silently sleeping between them.. mostly by 9 or maximum by 9.30 pm.. Sometimes, I used to be awake, pretending to be asleep.. like 'Ali' from Majid Majidi's children of heaven.. listening to mild music from the radio.. mostly of Ilayaraaja.. sometimes of the 'young' Rahman..with my parents discussing about their respective office happenings for a while and mostly about my needs for the day after and my needs for the future...

Life was beautiful back then!