Toys of Autumn

Remember when paper planes glided through the air? swirling and twirling away in the autumn breeze. countless pages of notebook neatly torn and carefully given shape. No avionics, no engines just carefree flight of its own accord. Oh the joy it was when they were airborne, in classrooms, corridors, and playgrounds. The battle for aerial supremacy ensued as the tiffin bell rang. The southern winds played with our prized possessions and lifted them to glory. diverse designs in all shapes and size adorned the school atmosphere. Crafted by skilled hands these beauties tumbled down to the earth when the crimson Sun sank in the horizon and as living memories framed in the portrait of time and come next day, when thousand others become airborne again under the smiling sun to greet the wind, another day of adventure and fun permanently added in our dream-books to offer us a small token of freedom from our troubled lives.