It was my 6th-year birthday party and a treat to my tiny eyes. While being the center of attraction to absolutely waiting for the numerous gifts I would be receiving on a grand day, the feeling was unmatched. Friends and family members were invited. This included a mind-blowing cake, colorful decorations, delicacies, and amazing food. There was everything you need for a grand celebration. The best part was the royal blue Cinderalla dress I was wearing that my mom stitched. I felt like a princess in that dress with the small veil constantly falling off my shoulder. My mom was the stylist for the day and she made sure I looked no less than a bride. My grandparents were there to bless me on this occasion and I couldn’t wait to unwrap the gift they got me. It was a box of Color pens. The conventional birthday party began and ended with a happy meal. Friends and family members gifted me a yellow bicycle. The picture of that bicycle is still fresh in my mind. Most of us will have at least one such birthday party which takes us into an ocean of blissful memories.
Lost are the times when the only thing we cared about was to finish the school homework. The real fights ended at winning the TV remote. Sibling rivalry of proving their favorite tv show was considered the greatest achievement. The infinite road trips with parents, spending hours to pick restaurants to dine out instead of having everything being delivered at our doorstep, our favorite songs playing non-stop on the CD Player which absolutely eliminated the confusion of picking songs from a hundred apps. Gone are the days where our laughter echoed with every step-down in the game of Snake and Ladder or with every bad number on the dice. I think relationships were less complicated and the world seemed like a place with endless possibilities. All these seem like memories locked in time. Coming back home to mom's favorite Masala Maggi after a game of Hide and Seek was the sweetest and most difficult wait ever. Maggi on one hand and Horlicks on the other seemed like the p...
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