#post-7 Since the time i've collected my senses, I remember quite scanty things. But those scars, wrinkle and lil old faces.. Scar of happiness, scar that defines how more experienced they are and not me. Scar that defines unlimited fights they already fought for my smile. Happiness they sacrificed for my bright future. For all those countless emotions that are hidden behind those scar. The happiness, which sometimes were not even real, were lived, just for me! The pale and softness in skin is growing day by day. The working power has degraded but not their spirit. It definitely doesn't define their growing age but certainly defines "how old I am". Those pine feeder hands, all of it is rileing me now. Those grey hair are telling me all the stories which they use to hide. For them i'am still a toddler crying to paddle on the bucket of water. But as I see through those eyes, I can feel some words that pinched their heart. Words which shouldn't have been said. I feel no salve, trust me. Now I understand that 'SORRY' and 'THANKYOU' will never be enough even if I say it everyday. I still remember those talks, folks would say- 'I can't wait to grow old'. Now that we have, all i want to be is a child again. To relive all those careless emotions, the playing under tree, the noise in house and never ready to sleep. All those picnics were way more amazing than partying today. All we had for drink was mango juices and milk. Coming at this age I have realised, how hard life is, it never JUSTIFIES only if I could see through those scars, I would just be ALIVE. (@silentspreaker) #newwriter #Instagramwriter #instasay #likeandfollow #likeforlike #like4like #20likes #pouringwordsontopaper #everydaypost #snippet #musingwords #talesofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writersworld #deepalibaghel #commentforcomment #wordporn #wordgasm #spiller