

gone are the days when I was soo carefree, nothing to worry about, when my grades and books were my mummys problem and not my own...I had an idea..I took my denim jacket and slowly, without anybody noiticing slipped out of church.....I really mean slid..much like in the good ol' days....
I knew I couldnt take the car cause my Dad had the keys and we come to church in toghther as a family in one car...and I dont know why but I dint notice the rain drizzling...well I enjoyed it..it was like I was 13 all over again....I just walked the roads of the my lovely city..I started appreciating the lovely buildings and the trees again...I walked like 2 kms to a "tattu kada" (any mallus around will understand) its like a hawker shop...I sat down..well then, my Mom doesnt like me eating from hawkers..
but well I was 13 again..werent I??? so I had my fill of Dosas and vadas.
and again walked in the rain to my home...all the time I had my cellphone off..(boyish and shewd!!) safe in my jacket, it made my day..rediscovering the boyishness in me...I wish I was a boy(the real Tom Sawyer stuff) again!!!!