childhood in a nutshell.
Those crazy hops in the muddy puddles to those dances in the spluttering rain,
The peak-a-boo game in the evening to the rainbow chases which went in vain.
From ringing bell in the school at recess, to those gleeful merry Sundays,
Those lazy caterpillars in the backyard to those dragonflies we ran after some days.
From colored balloons which flew elated, to colored candies which we used to devour,
From those marbles which we played with to those pennies we used to store.
I can see it all, in black and white,
In my times of stress, always in my sight.