A humming word

I remember growing up, my brother and I would cycle to the library. He riding and me sitting in the front. The library was City Central Library. In Chikkadpally. I spent my entire childhood here. My cousins and I hiding comics within text books and reading.  We watched television only in the night for half hour. Else, we spent more time with paper planes and paperboats. As malls sprouted and libraries diminished, cafes with bookracks took over but somewhere stuck on that cycle handle, I realised how wonderful it would be to recreate the spirit of throwing around paperplanes, making paper boats but with our words, moulding it, kneading it and creating art and books together. Join in.. As you lived a childhood as cool as mine. Or create one if you have not.