Why?

Stare was blocked to that bright orange pillow; it reminds me of the early days… how irritating that game was… when you splash orange peels in someone’s eyes… how easy it was to laugh that time… how easy it was to be careless. It seems like it haven’t changed… it seems like it was always the same, as sun still rises yellow n bright and sets with no change; but no! The picture has moved on … it was the beginning and now a long race toward end.

Every skin hold some marks of childhood; I remember my falls… I remember blue was my favorite ball. I remember how fearlessly I was riding my bicycle with friends and falls onto the gutter… so easy it was to cry that time… I remember how funny it was for others but never for a mother.

Playing in sand was one of the favorite games… falling in dirt and laughing like you hold the sky… nothing there was to feel shy.

That bond of friendship was soul to life… friendship was just from heart with no selfish lie... how easy it was to be selfless for friends… that ego never kicked on face when friend was angry… so easy it was to hug n apologies… so easy.

The truth was never so hard to follow… because morals were so pure not just for the sake to follow. To lie in front of those dangerous eyes of father was hard enough to swallow.  Time never was your master… plays on local street were endless until the mother calls.

Money was nothing more than a thing to buy candies… pennies were even huge asset… rich you felt with a piggy bank in hand. Your world was so polite and beautiful without any cruelty.

First love were dad n mom, no other bullshit… you followed them holding hands with full of bliss. The most serious worry was to find the pair of socks in morning; finding your lost books n copies.

Why every breath gives pain now? Why we were so genuine n so innocent at that part of life… and why can’t we be now? Why time has to move us here and world has to kill us there? Why your soul is just a mere breathing object and life is running on the traits of selfish animals. Why can’t you be friends with people like you did before? Why hiding everything from family is the only choice?

Why you are so mean to world and world is so mean to you?