Being a girl from a baby!

I was a cute baby…and I don’t really mind calling myself cute because I know my baby days only through pictures and the one in the pictures is very sweet...she is atleast sweeter than the one is see in the mirror.. I don’t get to see her whenever I look at the mirror. The smile on her face makes me feel that the tiny tot in the frame is not me but a very happy sweet innocent girl yet to know the world. And yes!! she is actually very cute!! She does exist in me even now and sometimes wakes up and giggles when my eyes fall on the pink balloon in the fair, and cries when my ponytail is not perfect!
Now I am a 20 year old “big” girl…not even in my teens. Yes, I am sad. But not because I am growing old and that I wrinkles are just 20 years away!! I am sad because I cannot give the excuse “ I am only a kid!!” anymore. And that any mistake I commit wouldn’t be worth forgiving for I am now gifted with “mature intellect”.
But I can never forget those moments when I was a baby. And the thing which amazes me is that I remember incidents when I was very small!
I remember I loved wearing “rags”...I mean dresses which deserve to be used as cleaning stuff…and also that my mom tore a light green frock of mine into 4 pieces out of anger. I had cried a lot that day but I stopped wearing weird things again.
I had slapped my neighbor hard. It was very late night that day and he asked me to leave for my house. He told my parents the other day that he can never forget the tight slap! I wasn’t sorry about it then but today I am. Still I feel such incidents should happen because as we grow up light moments rarely appear and the bad naughty memo of childhoods bring a smile.
I had told an aunty, on her face, that she looked horrible in a salwar suit. The other day she fought with my mom suspecting her that she taught me the horrible comments. Anyway, me a rebel had just said what it seemed to be!
I slapped my first best friend when we were at nursery…even I got a slap back. I don’t remember why we slapped each other but I remember the next day we became best friends.
I thought I could never forget these moments. But today as I was recollecting them I felt they are fading away...Hence I am penning them down in my blog.
And I think when the worst time strikes me, these words will be a hope for me. Atleast they can make me feel life can be very beautiful…we just need to kindle the flame in us so that the child in us can wake up and walk in the right path.