Project 365: Day 173 — Nostalgia

I miss the old days.

When buying caps, feeding pigeons and getting Polaroid pictures clicked at Gateway of India was our idea of a Sunday outing.

When I would finish an entire packet of black and white peppermints and then marvel at the cool sensation in my mouth and the way my tummy hurt.

I miss the days of make believe stories and dolls brought to life by my amateur ventriloquist mother.

I miss watching The Jungle Book on Doordarshan — the only form of TV we knew back in the 90s.

I miss playing 8-bit games on the gaming console that you’d need to sort through a bunch of wires to get up and running.

I miss sitting on the toy train in the Children’s garden. Even the life size aeroplane you could play in. Or The Old Woman’s Shoe.

I miss the days of soft serves, that we called softy ice-cream.

There is more… But there aren’t enough words I can find right now so I’ll end this trip down the lane of nostalgia here.