what keeps the child in you alive ?
As i sit back one monsoon evening in my front porch watching the light drizzle of rain pouring sipping my evening tea the wind slightly touching my skin I wonder when did it all stop ? when did i stop enjoying the rain the wind the birds chirping?when did I grow up ? the daily rat race of life and the reality of surviving amidst the thousands pulling you down I realise i have grown up and am no longer the little girl in the yellow dress running around asking my mum for a 2nd slice of cake ❤️
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The feeling of nostalgia hits you at the most unexpected time
I try to find my childhood in the tangible things I still hold. It could be a question paper from 3rd grade, it could be a dried flower in the middle of an old history book. It could be as small as a candy I used to enjoy and then outgrew it
Dancing is the sole thing that has kept the child within me. I loved dancing like it my life depends on, it it is so funny now that I think about it how we loose a part of ourselves while growing up we genuinely get so involved in a ton of things that we forget about the things we actually love and care for. So yea dancing would be my first love