When, during school, i used to read books everyday. It isn't a big deal, i agree. But there was this competition in the air. When somebody told me that they had finished a novel.. I had to complete one quickly and pick up another one. Of course, there was this unexplainable urge to read too. I used to carry a book wherever i went, until i came to the end of it.; So much so that, folks at home tried to trick me into eating chilli powder with chapati(which obviously didn't work).
There was a craze to devour any book that i came across. And that's when i decided on my likes and dislikes too.I'm glad this happened. Those uninterrupted periods of me poring over a book in my hand. At letters after letters, words after words, lines after lines, pages after pages. It's simply fantastic to imagine doing the same thing now. Really.
I wish i could find extra time. Ithelp me squeeze in everything i like/want to do. Fancy stuff, i know. I've been wanting to do all those things i like to do since a few months. I've hardly been able to. It's saddening, because i don't have time to do what i adore.
Those days are past me. When i did what i enjoyed doing. I doubt whether those times will ever return. Now, i understand, what childhood is.