Why is that when we are children and in school, we want to grow up in a hurry? And why is it that once we grow up, we want to be children again?
Got this fantastic poem as a forward (it’s in marathi, but the true essence is only felt in one’s mother tongue, and translating this will be a crime!). It is so true for my days in Pune, and which I sitting here in Mumbai, miss terribly.
