Life changes like fashion.Change iz the trend of life.But,some fashions prevail ..like 'denim'.I guess its one of the most popular trends since a long time.

Now that i'm growing,i notice a lot of change in my life.
There was a time when I sat in my room on a rainy day with my mum and she taught me my numbers and alphabets.Then i'd say with that sweet expression on my face..'I feel something in my tummy'..and mum would smile and prepare something very delicious for me.

There was a time when i'd score real good marks and get whatever i asked for.

There was a time when i'd wait for my dad near the door and when he came back from the office,i'd be very happy and ask him if he'd brought my chocolates.

There was a time when i sat near those huge heaps of apples and my uncle would click my pictures with them.

There was a time when i loved to sleep and share my bed with mum.

There was a time when my mum would comb my hair and i'd make a fuss about the whole thing.

There was a time when i'd cry over the smallest thing...a small cut on my finger and i'd shed lotz of tears.

There was a time when i thought i can get lost in this big world.

There was a time when i'd prepare for my exams and sleep early at night and wake up at 7 in the morning and get ready for school.

My life underwent a transition.....i don't like it...but that's how it iz...

Now iz a time when i study on my own;these books are all i can basically think about.

Mum still cooks for me but its not the same way....the way i loved...

I still score good marks and get what i ask for..but it isn't accompanied with the same fun and excitement as it used to be...

Now is a time when my parents wait for me to come back home and all i wait for is a sound sleep and a holiday.

Now is a time when i get to see those lovely apples only on trees.I ain't free for all that fun i used to have.
Now i sleep all alone.
Now i comb my hair by myself.I have to.

I don't cry over wounds now...that pain seems so less in comparison to all other pains in life.Pain has become a habit.

I know i'll not get lost....but sometimes i just want to.This world isn't big......it just seems big.

Now,i don't know when i sleep or wake up,coz time juss passes by.I never get time to even notice the time.

Itz all gone now;over;finished;lost in time.

I can just think about it now.

huh...Life is not DENIM.