The best, the better, the good.

Today I went on to bring some medicines for my dad luckily not available at our "most" preferred store. So a detour and suddenly I was in the lanes that used to be the most familiar of all, the ones I took for my school. From looking for a medic now I was filled with nostalgia, 5 long years never once I went in those streets. Those early morning routines which were unbothered with for 14 long years. My mum my sissy and small me same lanes daily and daily and daily how monotonic that was but how much I miss that now.
 

“Yaadein mithai ke dabbe ki tarah hoti hai, ek baar khola to sirf ek tukda nahi kha paoge.”

Life has changed and changed for the better they say.  Now we rarely go together, never on those same lanes, never so enthusiastically. Do I love my life now? Yaa surely. But more than those days? No, even if you hold a gun at point blank. Those days were the best and no point in life will come close to beat those moments. We may move on, get busy with our routines, meet new people, make new friends but with life it’s in reverse the best, the better and the good. The Best has now gone. (: