Those Days....... (Dedicated to Royston and Rohan)

I miss those days of childhood
When we played on the guava wood
Those days we spent in Goa
Playing cricket in that backyard.

Where we took our stumps to play
And Rohan used to cheat and run away
Taking one stump and halting our play
Then bringing him back after some delay.

At home when we played cricket
Using a plank as bat and stool as wicket
When mummy threw our bat on the terrace
We felt bad, fought and created a menace.

Played 3 sided football in our hall
As if it were as big as a mall
Teasing mummy as she called Alisha Alu-doll
And her favourite dialogue “Dont play ball”.

Those cricket cards from stickers we made
Those chess tournaments at home we played
We believed whatever Royston said
As we played our funny game “Ah !! I’m dead”.

Singing our anthem “Sayi de palatyose”
Laughing at daddy touching his toes
Fighting for the remote of the TV
And the video game adding to our woes.

I will never forget that Udaipur trip
Where my memory took a bad slip
Also the day Roy’s SSC results came
When more than him we were in pain.


The nights we slept listening to stories by ‘Mai’
Those tiny smart works I did impressing ‘Pai’
Almost 6 years have just gone by
I always wish they didn’t die.

Those were the days we were together
Had fun as we teased each other
Now we 3 are going our own ways
And I will always miss THOSE DAYS......


-Samson Fernandes
{For Rohan and Royston}