In just an hour or so, I'll reach my paternal grandmother's home. Back from Ujjain, there are two things which have excited me the most. One is a small lake full of lotuses which I have a record of watching it from my childhood days from the train window and the other is the excitement of getting home.
And now that I'm once again reliving that journey, there's one more thing which I want to add to my list. Small children bidding adieu to a train which has no meaning in their lives. When I looked at them even I wanted to wave at them but something stopped me. And that something was the realization that I'm mature now. At least that's what my parents expect me to be even if I'm not.
And during that time, I realized one more thing. Which is that as you go on getting older in your life, the transition from childhood to adulthood is marked by the strings attached to yourself. In your childhood, you had no strings attached as you were allowed to do anything you want. Anything in this miniature world of your tiny eyes. Nobody would have questioned you. Nobody would have judged you. But in adulthood, its not the same. The strings go on restraining themselves and all you're left with is a complex case of yourself which you wish to come out from. You try. Yes you do try. But nothing happens. Time is the name of essence they say. It can only be enjoyed at a particular period and not yesterday and definitely not tomorrow. And childhood is one such aspect in my life. Alas!