Old days were beautiful right ? Old days which were painted with warm hues of nostalgia , where every corner held a memory and every shadow whispered tales of laughter and love . Old days , a beautiful tapestry that would forever reflect the simplicity and joy of a life well-lived .The essence of those days laid in the simple moment .

 From getting scold to return home with dirt smudged face and wild hair after playing the heart out to do that again . Waiting for summer holidays which seems like an eternity but just the holidays starts it used to end in a blink of moment . Hearing stories from grandparents while they messaged their head . Family gathering where stories spun like fine silk and the aroma of home-cooked meals wrapped around them like a warm blanket . In the quiet of the night under a sky blanketed with stars they would close their eyes in their grandma or mother's lap and heard how prince charming will come in their horse to take them the princesses .