I miss...

• my innocence - my ability to laugh at the most stupidest thing on earth, my ability to blush on the silliest remarks made at me and my ability of understanding where everything and anything would simply surprise me.

• being just called by my name and not having the slightest knowledge about something called 'bitching.'

• having those times when the clock stroke 7 pm and with that ma would say 'porte bosho.'

• having home works and not assignments or meeting deadlines.

• those birthdays with simple chocolate 'Monginis' cake, yet to be replaced by 'Cookie Jar' or the so called French Bakery.

• going to the 'parar dokan' with my father and choosing chocolates. Mostly, it was always Milky Bar.

• holding my grandfathers hand at the 'maches bajar' and watch him delightfully bargain with the fish mongers just to get the best fish.

• how every Sunday morning my father would get 'bode,' the best I ever had, with luchi.

• my grandfather giving me 10 Rs. for having a chicken roll.

• going to the post office with him and getting a particular sweet for 50 p which made me the happiest little child.

• watching 'Raja and Rancho' with my grandmother in a small black and white television.

• getting jealous of my brother when my father brought him a cell phone - the first ever in our family.

• the radio being played every morning.

• my Cherry running behind my grandmother for a piece of cucumber, right after she came out  of the Puja room.

• having the best friendships in the world

• myself not being judgmental.

• not being figure conscious.

• those times, when friends would pat each others back and say, 'its ok to fail re...no big issue.'

• wearing my school uniform.

• my meaningless laughter.

• the thrill of having the first cell phone ever.

• the blush and smile while watching romantic films of Shrarukh Khan...candy floss romance were so real, sudden singing and dancing were so much fun.

• loving the pink color.

• the incessant puja hopping and gorging on the endless number of chicken rolls.

• bunking classes and watching the morning shows at the Inox, just because the price of the tickets were low.

• the undying value of 100 Rs on our lives.

• pen and paper.

• book stores and smell of books (now since everything is online).

• my Walkman and the innumerable audio cassettes.

•  the sleeper class in trains
• Growing up.                                                         ...................The List is endless