This mystic summer afternoon glow reminds of numerous long-lost, lazy afternoons spent on roof, busy building castles in the air or those yesteryear afternoons..scattery runs across the courtyards or lanes, with cricket bat in firm grip, to secure 1 more run or to escape the glaring friend's determination to topple the wicket.. sometimes the melancholic stares at friend's new red bicycle which I will never succeed in learning to ride..the mundane returns from school, college..And then, afternoon became an extravagant dream which I seldom run into....
