Soul Speak

I had often heard my father and my uncles speak nostalgically about their childhood, which was spent running barefoot all over the neighbourhood (chappals are to be kept at home because, you know, they can get lost and then you didn’t get new ones), and playing a number of street games that changed as per the season. They even had some interesting tales of stealing potatoes and roasting them by a fire of dried leaves, as well as being chased by irate farmers etc, painting a picture of an idyllic childhood, the like of which no child today seems to have.