We grew up. We looked back.
“A simpler time”, we said, a bit wistfully.
We looked back, wanted to touch it.
Reached out for it; longed for it.
We looked back, and we looked around.
And there were no evil bosses, just characters from a comic book.
No notes during dull presentations, just incomprehensible doodles
No traffic, just nameless faces with complex back-stories
No bad assessments, just report cards to be hidden
No cricket match to be missed, just a stomach-ache to be feigned.
Life was so beautiful
