Sunday, April 15, 2007

Ungrowing: At the frontier of my memory

This is as far down the memory lane I can look. When it comes to evening cricket on a bouncy uneven pitch on a march covered ground, I was unstoppable. Lesser people like my family members could do nothing to keep me from it. They prayed the almighty. They were looking for help at the wrong place! They never realized in all those now nostalgic years that there is one hero who can spin a web around and drag me back home every Sunday at 5:30 PM, no matter where I was. He is your friendly neighbourhood...




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3 comments:

Ponnarasi Kothandaraman said...

U mean ur cartoon hero?

Badhri said...

I mean the spidey! :>)

Priya said...

adakkadavuley!!!

yeh i remember those days