MEETING MY SEVEN YEAR OLD SELF.........

                         MEETING MY  SEVEN YEAR OLD SELF.........

How would you feel like, to be a child again?
Do you ever wonder about this?
If  I ever met my seven year old self again, what would I say to her?
What would I tell her?
Will she be able to recognize me?
Will she realize its her standing in front of her?
Even if she does!Should I tell her or worn her about her future?
Of the bad things yet to come?And the good times she will have?
Should I tell her whats waiting ahead for her and what the future beholds for her?
Or should I leave her to be naive?Should I leave her to go through the good and the bad?
But I want her to have all the fun!I don't want her to know or experience what I have experienced!
I want her to grow through the good and the bad times!But one side of me wants to protect her!
Looking into her eyes reminds me that she believes in this world!
The world, she thinks as her home!
She thinks it's a beautiful place, a paradise!
Even though I have experienced many things now and I have learnt so much more!
This world has given me both,the good and the bad!
A decade has passed since then!
I want to feel free like her once again with no responsibilities!
I want to be her again as there are no bounds to her imagination!
I would want to give up everything I have,I have learnt,I have experienced just to see this world through her eyes once again!


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