How fast years fly by! It seems as if only few days have passed since I used to chace butterflies and dragonflies in the sparky month of Chingam, when newly sprouted shrubs would start smiling with their tiny yellow blossoms!
How quickly have vanished the time of the carefree life of a boy who used to sit alone near paddy fields, surprised at the sight of embers in the sky in murky evenings.
It is sad but real that the very childish curiosity is fading away, and life's pageant is slowly losing its lustre.
And another Chingam is about to depart reminding me of the yesteryears of joy and jubilance; hence these lines of reminiscence.
