Summer is the best season of childhood… When your dreams get chance to flourish… When you hold the bat as if you are playing for India… When friends are what they are meant to be… Without any interest, u make the thickest friends during this season… When the afternoon sun doesn’t hamper your spirit to keep on playing… When you play hide and seek till the night begins and try to cut mangoes climbing on trees… When you rule your own world and care least about impact of global crisis… When books are not touched for two continuous months… Its the time for you and your friends… So hard it is to get this type of time nowadays… Friends have their own interests and their own life and bosses to deal with… Times have changed… the extra indivisible mango does not raise eyebrows anymore when someone gets it… I feel we go more and more stupid as we grow up… Trying to deal with many things and motives at one go… I want to go back to those Summers of blissful ignorance and total happiness…



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