What's amusing is that these trinkets of memories did not just disappear with a tick of a finger but instead faded away gradually. Standing dead with my arms crossed, holding myself uptight with the fear of embarrassment I was about to face for being raped gave me the impression that we actually grew up. We were being those boring, annoyed seniors which I as a kid used to hate. I used to be curious about why all these deeds and bayas did not even have the tiniest bit of excitement left in them
Harshali Rathod
@harshali_r_ · 0:30
I am listening to your post from the day one I joined Spell. All your posts are quite amazing and the way you speak is always attached to listeners like me. This post is enough to wake up kid in our mature mind I remember all those golden childhood days when we don't even know how to spell depression. The word which is now the major problem for we grownups. I just want to thank you for this wonderful experience
Hi Disha. This is Sravani. And I really like your poetry. Your association is so beautiful. I like the theme and everything in this. I can feel the kind of amuse and measurement in this poetry. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poetry with us. Hoping to get more from you in future as well