I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things and people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.
                                        -Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the end of the lane.

Every minute the universe changes and expands, the Earth evolves, and seasons change. The old leaves shed, and new lush on the tree comes.

Winter invites spring, and spring brings summer. When the sun is at its peak he looks at us fool beings and takes some pity and calls out to the rain.

The rain comes dancing along with winds and coolness and when the rain has cooled everything down, autumn comes.

Blanketing us with its warm feel, and comfortable aura, autumn reads us a story and makes us lie on the bed of life, resting a bit.

When autumn's work is over, again winter knocks on the door, asking to come in, we can't deny it and simply let it walk in, marking the stagnant period, that is required to bring another new change.

These three children didn't know the world outside. They were happy being within themselves.

Those little walks to the park, their play times, their weird talks and that loud laughter on it, made them one.

Them looking at the sun as if they would go and touch it. Them looking the clouds as if they would go and lie beside them and would roam together in the sky. They felt the sensation of wind and breeze as if they would just fly with them, mimicking the birds, touching the leaves and morning dew on them. Their initial life cherished this all.

Those were the days.

No one knew why their laughing and happiness were never interrupted and were so contagious.

No one knew, how could they be so unaffected by things and live so casually.

It was a matter of surprise for all. Even though there was a slight idea that how can they do it? But, no heart was ready to accept it.

Do you know why? Because as we grow up, we become so focused on one aspect, we get so focused on expectations, so focused on competitions and surviving and striving, that we somehow forget, that we can do all this nonchalantly.

We forget that things we do and handle with rage, and aggressiveness, can be handled calmly. We forget that this prolonged sadness can be turned into happiness by striving for small things.

We forget gratitude for the small things in our life.

The happiness gets costly, and one smile is priced in millions, but we all know it's somewhere with us.

Maybe sitting inside us and watching us struggling to find it when it's not very far away. Maybe calling us out, and we? Are not even listening.

We forget to look into ourselves, searching is stopped.

And when the searching of the soul is stopped, how can one find the answers?

We do not let life surprise us, we do not sway with nature, we do not smile with the morning sun, do not dream with the setting sun, we just stay in one place. With so many jumbled feelings in our hearts, we just stay and do not even look up. We sometimes do not realise how much we are losing.

Now, the girl opens her eyes and takes a deep long sigh. The moments she spent with her beloved companions are long lost. The only thing she had was the memories printed in her heart of them.

They can't touch them, she can't get them back, but she craves it.

She might not show outside, but it is like a small, tiny piece of her heart is missing.

What can she do? Nothing. Time has done its magic. And no, not every time the time heals. Sometimes it will just wash your way from the shore and will make you sit in the middle of the ocean, waiting for a boat that you know won't come.

Their story parted its way, cruel enough. She remembers them, sometimes misses them, but do they feel the same? It's a question she won't ever get an answer for.

Her heart knows things have changed, situations have gone downhills, but a side of her can't accept it.

When the whole world will be silent, when the autumn leaves will be falling, when she would be alone with her thoughts, the memories of them together would flood her mind.

Sometimes it hurts her, but sometimes it's necessary to analyze and feel again what was it like back then.

Could she do something to change the situation? Could things be different? She always thought this, but go no answer.

She remembers their time together; she remembers the laughs shared with them. She remembers those incredible things, and senseless talks did together with them.

But she also remembers how they left her, how they didn't trust her, how they betrayed and hurt her.

Things cannot now be changed. Circumstances cannot be reversed. Time cannot be stopped. We can't control everything, and she knows she has to move forward.

Now she knows, if they come back suddenly one day if they want to be together as they were in the past if they want to share the same bond again, she cannot and won't be doing so.

She cannot stay bound by her emotions. Things have changed so she has to.

Some aspects and parts of our lives are only meant to be in the memories. And she accepts it. 

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.

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