How beautiful those days were, we were small, our's was small, those days of half pants, those holidays when no one woke saying what would he do getting up, those late mornings, late baths, late breakfasts and combing the simplest hairstyle by mom and most probalby no studies only fun..

It was a cold winter day, there was no intention to wake up early, but I woke up with the excitement of outing that day with family members, the cold breeze through one the windows chilled my gooseees till the last end, I woke got freshed, bathed hot and went and sat on the dining table in the hall...
Mom the most beautiest creature of gods creation, had already prepared my favourite cheese sandwiches, she came near me kissed me grabbing my cheek, saying...