Those colourful birthday parties...

Amidst the onslaught of a long summer day, as sun seems hotter than an ember,
Those playful days of that period called childhood, I somehow seem to remember.

That waiting desperately for Mamma to sleep , so that I could sneak to the playground,
That throwing a stubborn fit for going “whatever”, in case Paapa ever frowned.

Blistering Sun didn’t seem an issue those days, and heat waves never did  sting,
Hopping and running on the burning earth, but the feet always loaded with zing.

That playing cricket at the mid noontime, and practicing for the match next morn,
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