Backstreet Boys .
Those were days of strength, it’s not as if it’s absent today but those were days of zeal. They used to wake up with the sound coming from backyard of home before first bell in temple, before Aarti at home even before alarm of mother. Meeting time was always set and as they say we wake up around that time if we are sleeping thinking of it. Those were days of exact implementation of it. Mothers used to have excuses to delay their departure sometimes in name of toothbrush ‘do it first’ sometimes in name of intake of some breakfast ‘consume it first’. Whatever they would do after it’s first round it’s enough to say bye.
Then used to start with our gear on soccer match in rain. Loved to get dirty and and messy in rain. We still do but zeal is not there now.
Meanwhile in front of them kids race, wading in the muddy water and go skidding after the ball. They push and pull and slip, making splashes around them with little drizzle still on. As if every kick pushes them to one more childhood match. Each time they fall a fresh round of applause appear.
Game was reaching on its peak that they realised mothers have reached on park gate to call them in. Now it’s final extent of them after only call from home and two calls.
Today we hang out in balcony seeing same rain, children playing, living our childhood seeing them.