Sometimes I remember the time when I was little, thinking that adulthood is the synonym of freedom. Used to dream of getting bigger and living life on my own terms. Little did I know that I would long for the good old goofy days when the only stress was to complete the homework before the cartoons started.
Those days were something else entirely, the days when the sun used to shine extra bright – not the kind with killer rays, but a more wholesome and radiating light. When the moon itself used to glare with its luminous radiance. When there was nothing else to worry about.
And summers – god, those summers. Grandmother’s house was its own universe. The afternoon would stretch so long it almost felt unfair. Everyone in the house would go quiet, doors half shut, fans running, the whole world just… asleep. And you’d be lying there wide awake, staring at the ceiling, that lazy heavy heat pressing down on you. Too bored to sleep, too restless to stay still. You’d wander from room to room looking for something, anything – and then you’d remember your mom said no going outside because the sun was too strong. So you’d just drift. Peek into the kitchen. Sit by the window.
That specific kind of boredom that nobody tells you was actually freedom. Now sometimes it feels like the sun has lost its shine and the moon has laid back as well.
Some days I miss my childhood a little extra
Today was one of those days✨
– Written on a quiet afternoon, for no one in particular but relatable to everyone 😉
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