Some are to be treasured. Some are to be relived. But gone are the moments. The days of honest fun. The days of cricket in the sun. Looking back at by-gone days. I wish for a return of my innocent ways. The pani puri, vada pavs and bhel. Have left in my mind an indelible trail. The one rupee per head cricket matches. Playing football in the rains.

I had the urge to write something today. A first in a very long time. After all,the mod gets the final say in everything. Go Away scary peoplez! I find that .

Where I put my school essays, creative writing, and other stuff. You already have plenty of shirts. Why do you need another one? His grandpa answered as they continued their walk through the park. So I can draw on it. So the very next day, grandpa brought home a small, white t-shirt. When he was done, he showed everyone his new shirt.