When your cousin wanted another Softmint, you made sure you sat on it and then spat on it and wiped it clean with a tissue. I had the task of presenting him the candy. After he ingested it, I notified him of the process it went through. We laughed together as he gagged in front of us. Poor Asad Bhai.
Let's do that one more time.
And let's fill a piece of paper with dirt and drop it from the top of my apartment when we see an approaching target. "Now,"I exclaimed when I saw a man pass by carrying a briefcase some 10 years ago.You dropped the dirt bomb with exquisite accuracy. I remember the shrill shriek and shimmy the man did as it exploded in front of him. Poor briefcase carrying uncle jee.
And just lets throw a paper ball from the balcony again. Back when I was 7 we did the same thing. It hit a tailors head who straightened it out. He tried to see if the paper had anything of import written on it. "Darn we should've written a threat," you told me. And then we scrambled down to inventing threats for our new paper ball.
We were terrorists.
Lets pretend that the shelf on my room is a library and the long thrown away treadmill is back as our pretend bus. On other days, the horizontal bar on my bed will be a tight rope and the mattress a customizable tank which will hold lava or sharks or a black hole. We will have to see who balances themselves the longest. You always did before.
We were fearless.
And let's go to the park and roll around the grass to see who can go the farthest. You always did before, with me winning just occasionally. We'll feed the ducks popcorn again. And maybe I'll get the corner of my eye hit with a swing just one more time. But that's as far as life could hold a dilemma. That I got hurt while playing. Plus it always healed perfectly.
We were explorers.
.
And lets just make my little sister lick a bug. And marvel at how the dissected lizards tail still wriggles on the floor while my aunt and mother shriek and shimmy on the couch to get away from it. And let me count the teeth in that goat while you force its mouth open.
We were zoologists.
Lets see who who can chug down the most bottles of Pepsi. I can still remember you proudly declaring you had 14 bottles while I struggled miserably with my one. And next we'll eat all the flaming hot Cheetos our grandmother brought us from America and eat it suuuuuper slowwwww to make it last longer. I used to think experiences were permanent that way.
We were connoisseurs.
I'll pretend that this Rs.10 bill is a Rs.10,000 because when I was a kid I actually believed it to be true. And let's see who can still name the largest number. I still don't know what is the larger number: 10 thousand billion gazillion million or 100 gazillion million billion from when we first debated upon magnitudes? I'd rather keep the mystery intact and not figure it out.
We had convinced our 6 year old minds that the only way billboards got made was by dipping an entire piece of paper in a bucket of paint (your belief) or taking a huge piece of paper and just painting it all entirely (my belief). Some kid in the van would declare you had the most reasonable sounding argument.
We were pretty damn mature.
And lets bully some kids we found in a birthday. We won because we were taller and older. We were also convinced nobody or nothing in life could bring us down.
We were wrong.
But we were kids and that made it okay. We're still kids right now, buried under the adult like veneer of I'm-perfect-and-I-don't-need-you-I-have-it-all-under-control.
Please let's be kids again and be that glorious conglomeration of part terrorist, part connoisseur, part philosopher because we forgot to be all this when we grew up and now nobody would ever roll around in the grass for fear of ruining their makeup or hair. Nobody has the time to be eat Cheetos suuuuuper slowwwww. Heck, you don't even call or talk or say Hi anymore.
TL;DR : I miss you, I'm bored and I'm tired of pretending I have it under control.
So please,please,please.
Let's just be kids again.
