Sometimes I wonder why do we have five fingers? Why not 6 or 7 or perhaps, 12. Why is it that our body is perfect for the way it is?
Sometimes I wonder why does the alphabet ‘F’ sounds like ‘fa’ and not ‘ka’ , ‘sha’ or perhaps, ‘ sa’. Imagine somebody saying, “I don’t give a s(f)uck.” Or maybe, ” I don’t give a d(f)uck.” Funny, yeah.
I wonder why is white called white and not red, and red called red and not black, and black called black and not orange? Perhaps, orange is the new black. Whatever.
P.S. My 20-year old self did not write these utterly lame words but my 12-year old self did.
I found this written in a very old diary and no wonder, I had a stupid childhood. 😛
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By the time we began to understand enough about what the world to ask the right questions, our visit is over, and someone else is visiting, asking the same questions.
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Yes, such is the immortality of childhood. It never dies. We happen to experience childhood through someone else’s experiences when we become adults. 🙂
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The wonders of a child can only be understood by the child.
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Yes. As an adult now, I find this pondering insane. 😛
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When I was younger, I use to laugh at my mom when she was silly. Now that I’m older, I find myself just as silly as her. Thanks mom, for teaching us that even as adults, it’s OK to be fun and enjoy life laughing. I now get to teach my nephews and niece the same thing.
Thanks for refreshing mu childhood memories
Thank you once again
Hippo !
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Thankyou for stopping by and reading Imran. I am glad my words
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I am glad my words made you nostalgic!
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;>)
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