Blessed Days - As Little Angels

There were once those days when every one of us was a little angel, and 'innocent' in the true sense of the word.

The world seemed more colourful back then. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener. And you could always hear a bird singing into the morning air, which came dancing into the room through the open windows.

We believed that mom and dad were heavenly beings, who carried with them, the answer to anything and everything. What they or any other adult talked about was jibberish, which was understood only by them, and was beyond our comprehension.

Life was merely about how much 'more' fun you can have today than you did yesterday. You could wish for anything, and you can have it.

Love was all you knew about, and you dint know how to lie or steal. And your prayers to God would go "God, Can I please have some ice-cream today? I am being a good kid."

Everyone around you, who smiled was happy! And anyone who was sad, needed a candy or a hug maybe.

To have those days back, I would give anything. To know that everything is always okay, and taken care of, when tucked into bed. To know that there were no barriers or differences. You, me and the boy next door were all the one and the same.

To know that I would wake up the next morning to see that the sun had risen just for me....