I Just Want My Golden Days Back...

There are days when my heart quietly travels back to the time when life was simple, peaceful, and full of laughter. Those days, I had no worries. I woke up without plans, played with my friends until the sun went down, and came home with little wounds on my knees. My mother’s scolding felt harsh then, but now I realise how much love was hidden in those words. I used to fight with my Anna and Akka over silly things, but today they have their own families, their own worlds. I miss those fights more than anything.

Now, everything feels calm too calm. My mother no longer scolds me. My friends have drifted away, each busy building their lives. I sit with my cup of tea, but sometimes I even forget to drink it. The same tea that once tasted like togetherness now feels lonely. Life has changed quietly, without asking me.

In those days, I never knew that words could heal a broken heart. But now, even a small message like “Good Night” on WhatsApp brings a smile to my face. How strange that the things which once felt ordinary now mean everything.

Sometimes I wonder what life really is. Is it growing up and losing the people we once couldn’t live without? Or is it learning to smile through the emptiness they leave behind? I pray to God not to make me old. I don’t wish for money or fame. All I want is to relive those golden days the laughter, the noise, the love, and the warmth of home.

Maybe life moves on, but a part of me is still that child who fell, cried, laughed, and lived without a single worry in the world.

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  1. ArunaArunasalam 🖤✨October 29, 2025 at 8:58 PM

    I enjoyed reading this blog 😃

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  3. muthupandianOctober 29, 2025 at 9:56 PM

    While reading this blog, my brain imagin that olden days, it was enthusiastic......

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