The Simple Nostalgia

It's half a score and people around me look the same. I was in a state of muffled musings and then, the flashbacks. Hardly one remembers all of them but to me it's an exception. The time rolls back to early 2000 when I was a child with high ambitions and aspirations. I used to ponder upon tiny trifles that what the reason could be. My inquisitiveness was my weapon which I used freely over whom I felt worth doing so. The targets were silver haired teachers and grandparents. I was the child who didn't believe in lullabies but fictions. Parents never found me the way they sought me to be. Science was the only thing that used to take somersaults in my mind. I was less a childish being, still used to fantasize. The only world known to me was the world of reasons, where everything happens for a reason, where nothing is baseless. Materialistic instances were found nowhere. And I enjoyed my world a lot. I didn't have as many friends as I have today, since no one could think beyond what I thought and this could perhaps be the reason. Say a boast, there were many craving to befriend me, but I gave a damn. I was not in nine clouds, still not on the crust. Abatement was not the issue but solitude was. Ego was no brained home but company was. Time had yet to teach me so-called lessons of life and I was impatiently waiting. This reminds me Sarojini Naidu's 'The Poet to Death' (please give it a read if possible). I had my dreams knotted and time slipped by. Today I'm satiated with what I was and feel free to share all I used to be. To many of my beloved friends, I'm an open book while few hardly know me. I regret the bond I could not establish between that segment of people but at the same time feel delighted to have been united with the fortunate segment. Many came and many went by, but few made it possible to cast a spell on my trait. Spell, that was not less than a magnanimous fluid which burnt me to yellow. Thanksgiving, is a courtesy to those but it's a bit of the gigantic one inside my bosom. I'm still the same person with the scientific code: Homo Sapiens. I urge to be better than I was yesterday. I urge to remain connected to my roots, while grasping horizon of achievements. I need assistance and seek advices. I'm still the same with negligible changes. Maturity played a better role on its part. Instinct is at work. Hoping to become the very man of my own I bid thanks to who all have read this and gone nostalgic about someone resembling me or me myself. :-!