The flying age

In my village when I was child, I used to look at trains at railway track near by and plane, which flied often twice a days over our areas, very anxiously and excitingly. A national high runs near our village at the distance of 200 meters approximately, when a heavy trawler passed nearby us, we could frighten by it because earth would moved when those were loaded. It was the age when we did not care about stains and wounds, heights and depths. 

By the passage of time everyone grows and experiences each phase of the life, but the age when a person has not worries at all, he has to only few things to, eat, play and sleep. There was not hatred, when we played the game, one who disturbed the, every child united and fought against him. Everything had a taste that time and everything was delicious and beautiful we experienced.

It was the flying age which we experienced for a very little time and it passed far away from us and now can not come back, but still we can feel those moments when we see our youngsters playing, smiling, eating and cleaning hands with shirts, crying and rubbing eyes. that was our childhood we call the flying age.

Mansoor Mirani

26 August 2013