<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those were the days...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kicking a small piece of broken earthen pot, <br>While playing on the roadside, hop scotch.<br>Or dribbling a ball and throwing it at a team mate.<br>Screaming as I fell, skidding on the roller skates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Playing marbles with my kid brother, ten years old<br>Aiming at queen of carom board with one eye closed.<br>Trying my hand at basketball, hockey and table tennis.<br>One day, a bunch of us stormed into YMCA premises.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As there was no club exclusively for girls, back then.<br>Sir, we said politely you have to treat us at par with men.<br>Please be kind enough to give us forms for membership.<br>You are a sportsman, so how about some sportsmanship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next day, after submitting our forms, we were in the hall.<br>Awkwardly aiming and trying to strike a billiard’s ball.<br>It was so good in my country back then, now I see.<br>We knew no fear; felt so young, joyous and carefree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its still not bad, as I see my daughter go through her day.<br>She has lots of fun, makes choices in an assertive way.<br>Oh, my heart cries for the women in far off Afghanistan.<br>Will they ever, ever, ever again see the light of dawn...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451318" data-title="Those were the days...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Kicking a small piece of broken earthen pot, While playing on the roadside, hop scotch. Or dribbling a ball and throwing it at a team mate. Screaming as I fell, skidding on the roller skates. Playing marbles with my kid brother, ten years old Ai..."></div> </div> </div>

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