Habits of childhood never leaves us

 DO YOU DISAGREE???


Well for me it is definitely true. The small - small habits which we inhabited in us it hardly leaves us. Be it like gobbling the whole Gulab-Jamun in one shot, Or simply go and trouble ur extremely loved one (during my childhood it was bro, now its my son :P),  Or just sneek a peek into story book once in a while .. List just grows.

We have to hold tight to this childish nature of ours to find small happiness once in a while in your busy, responsible, mechanical life. Well, if chance given I will choose to be that careless girl again who hadnot worried about anything as her mom, dad and big bro were there to hold her and take all responsibilities for her :).  

I cannot turn the life upside down and go back to be a kid but I can surely hold on to the habits that got built in me from childhood. I can definitely be kid again and have fun with my son. I can ask forgiveness as soon if my leg touches to anyone. I can smile once in a while whole heartedly. I can bug my brother once in a while. And I can definitely take a sneek peek into story books or cartoons. 

Life is short.. but make it fun by keeping the child in you alive :)

- Sumi



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