Road journeys are always fascinating,
But not as joyful as they used to be in the childhood;

I still remember the beauty of the lush green grass spread across the roads,
And the wheat fields which used to mesmerize me in my childhood;

I still remember the green trees dancing to the tunes of wind,
And the flashy flowers which made me smile in my childhood;

I still remember the hustle and bustle on the roads,
And the running cars which used to excite me in my childhood;

I still remember the drizzle making everything so pure,
And the rainbow which made me exuberant in my childhood;

I still remember the scorching heat of the summers,
And the heat coming through the windows which used to agitate me in my childhood;

I still remember the stop-overs we had during the journey,
And the sight of snacks which made me more hungry in my childhood;

I still remember the little fights I had with my siblings,
And the words of our parents which used to calm us in our childhood;

I still remember the little games we played,
And the songs which made us grin in our childhood;

I still remember the passing cottages along the road,
And the cattle which used to terrify me in my childhood;

I Still Remember the joy felt during the journeys,
And the arrival of destination which made me unhappy in my childhood……