Saturday, March 12, 2011

Thought with a morning coffe

End of innocence ,that is what we call life.The mourning for childhood knows no boundary. We have to grow up and have to forget the days of fantasies.Every day we kill the prince in our heart.Our princess dies every day.We compromise our innocence ,our dreams . The days when I used to kill tigers from my bed.,the days when I was the captain of a pirate ship,the days when I thought I will become a detective someday are gone.
All left is smile on my face remembering those days.Will they ever be back?

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