Dusts.

Its just another sunday. On the way to the church, I was thinking about my childhood.

With no knowledge of the real world out... Those little things, which you may call now as silly, which made me happy!!!
For an easter, my mother got me a new dress. At that time the new dresses were only for te occassions like christmas, easter and may be one for onam. And that time it was a white top and a pretty brown skirt with two pockets.The mass starts at 3 am. You know, I started dressing at 1 am. Crazy, my mother teased! Hmm and i even wore a stockings.
Do you really know how much proud I felt then? Even at church, there was a virtual note on my face "hey, you look at me, see my pockets! " :)
Another funny thing. Not one girl in my 6th standard class wanted to marry! :))
Those days which i dreamed to beat my friends in fishing! The silly fights we had for the mango...
On May every year, we have novena at our grotto near by. We used to decorate it wit flowers and candles.And how happy we felt, when someone looked at the decoration for a little time...
I used to do confession thrice in a month during those days. Did I really know about the meaning of it?
The half an hour power-cut and evening prayer...locquacious evenings. 
Those tears which rolled down into my cheeks while watching senitimental scenes in movies...
All these have passed! And gone forever... Now the significance of  things in life has changed. My mother now says,"You have grown much and have become crooked and ugly". Do I?
 I just got polished so that I could be competetive and smart enough to live in this world! I like it this way than to stay as a "paavam" and innocent. 
Love you.


Cheers,
Tressy