Winnie the pooh and Tigahh!! - they represent an age gone by, innocence so reminiscent of one's childhood. Sometimes during the frenzy of a monotonous series of events - that is called the humdrum of life, I long for a slice of the past - a gentle squeeze through the barriers of time, allowing me once more to view the green fields of my youthful imagination.
As I hearken back to the past, glimpses of my childhood flash by. School, bus-rides, self-invented games of skill, fiercely debated topics ranging from Knight-rider to the superiority of one cola over the other(what made these topics so 'hot', I now wonder, especially when all I now have to debate is 'which is the next company to move to' and 'why oh why am I paying so much tax' !!! ).
As I give up the ghost of the past, a sigh redolent of frustration and longing, escapes my lips and wafts into the shrouded mists of mysterious time. Colours once vibrant lose their lure and imagination once fertile, appears unsure.
