Unrequited Love

Today early the bus stopped the lane that lead to my home. For the time I was here, roads were muddy and filthy but today I saw everything so organized. Roads were pitched and trees along roadside added to the beauty of this place. I wanted to throw away noodles wrapper from last night and just then saw hoarding board saying throwing things haphazardly is inhuman. I smiled to it and put it in my own bag.Though place changed, people I saw now are unfamiliar, the flash back of moments I spent here still conquered the hundreds of goodwill this place had today. This place had records of early ages and adolescence of my life. I remember the cold misty days of this place, we girls on woolen hats, gloves and cold nose used to go to the school. The smell of firewood that rose from firewood every morning, children dressed ragged playing on the roads and the women lining up for selling milk in nearby dairy are some i still remember. Perhaps I was missing bucolic lifestyle of this place which had turned to a big municipality now with no small huts, people burning firewood and doing works of field. Thought struck my mind if I were on jeans which I used to deny so much those days, how could I expect the place to go as it was in the past. Isn’t it old fashioned to think that we wish for ourselves to be modern but we made our memory recall only old things to be good.

On the remaining five minutes to home I was left in deep silence seeing the home of Dinesh. Certainly I would not be left unmoved but the thing that amazed me was on seeing liveliness of home. The house used to look filthy, full of cobwebs and locked from years every time I used to pass this way. It used to a dream house for must of us those days. The house had beautiful interiors, well equipped furniture and the major attraction was evergreen garden it had. I gazed it constantly until Ranjita came intentionally to knock against me so hard. I felt like my heart would spring out. She said that nobody could bet the gracefulness of that house that night. She even informed that the family had returned hometown. In nervousness that was hard to handle I asked if Dinesh had also came for the festival. Hearing no from her I relaxed myself to pull down my elevated nervousness. Because it was Deepawali, the home was clean and full of lights. Mom was busy in making selrotis and rarely gave a glance of her to me. Father wanted me to talk but I refused and aware sisters not to mock around. I knew he wanted to ask me about Sumit with whom I was on a courtship since few months. I knew I would be questioned round by round to know my decision about getting married. I was pretending of sleeping on bed but I was on a thorough thinking of doing what on every questions that would tumble over me. The two nagging sisters again fell on me, telling me to rise up. Grandpa yelled out aloud at them and they escaped away to free me off their nagging. I forgot my fictitious sleep and peeped out through the window. The cold and dark night was enlightened to incandescence by lights illuminated at Dinesh’s house. It seemed like illumination added to the glory of that beautiful house which it was yearning for years. Today, getting marriage has been a compulsion for me to fall for some responsibility in life. But I didn't not feel something like love in this courtship. I felt if I had genuinely allowed love in life at that early age but side by side this thing equally triggered my head whether or not it would have existed till this date.

I still remember the first day we met, mummy was milking cow early morning and I was in kitchen with the burnt woods and smoke all around. I heard Ratan’s Uncle calling on my father while i coughed frequently to let know that somebody was inside. Two people entered the smoky room. To clear my vision I turned backside to wipe my eyes. Before me was Dinesh. The charmness I saw noticeably on him made me still for a while. I noticed how well dressed he was. Meanwhile I became cautious of smoky smell from my dull dress. I had heard people talking about Ramesh uncle who was a government officer and had been in Bhairahawa for so long. Lately he had been transferred to his own place to where he came along with family. Dinesh was youngest child of his. He had been admitted to our school and Ramesh uncle was there to request me to go along with him and help in his study during initial days of school. I promptly accepted his request. The days passed on as usual. Days were getting colder and mistier. I had nothing to speak with an unusual boy as I was some kind reserved girl to boys. Even Dinesh seemed calmer with me while he turned out to be a talkative guy with others in school and was leader in class in no time. Those days, mom used to be often busy caring and rearing animals. My two little sisters were in lower kinder garden. Reading and studying were on own place but I had to set time differently for kitchen chores; cooking, washing and fetching water from nearby well. During winter we would burn firewood for warmth. Because of firewood I used to be late for school so often. Sometimes I used to meet Dinesh with football team some of who were school companions while fetching water in gagris. They would epithet me calling Phulmaya. Dinesh used to seemed smiling and whispering them not to epithet me. Sometimes I used to feel comfortable with this silent friendship with Dinesh. He seemed alert when it came to me while he seemed mocking other girls at school. I used to feel he was cautious of me because of his father who linked us directly with the intend of friendship and neighborhood. To me he was quite extrovert and outspoken guy.

One day Sarita announced birthday party in her home that evening after school. All girls and guys gathered her home that day. After fetching water and feeding my sisters, I put on my white umbrella kurtha. It seemed unpressed but in hurry I didn't care about it. While lining up for dinner, Sandesh behind me laughed out loud pointing out a mark in my back. Everybody got alert and looked around me. Oops! The blue ink was spelled all around my back. I bowed my head with shame that I just did not happen to see this even for a while at home. Boys waited for no seconds and filled the room with belly laugh. They used to epithet me already a lot and now this encouraged them to overdo further. Nervousness and shame hit my conscience so hard that I waited no longer to be there and ran away to home. I cried all the way, ate nothing and even did not tell mummy and daddy reason I was crying so hard because of. Two days following that incident I did not went to school. Before ending of second day, Sarita phoned me. I denied to speak but she was eagerly wanting to tell me what happened after I left. She said that Dinesh quarreled with Sandesh after party for making me feel insulted. The following days when boys questioned him for the reason he fought, he was unanswerable and quiet. This astonished me like nothing that time. The coming day I went school but did not see him there. On the way to my home, I found Dinesh. Grandpa was on attempt of noticing what we would talk. He just handed me the notebook that was of Sarita’s for the things I missed in my absence and went away. On opening it up I found a letter by him where he had written. "You are beautiful enough to look beautiful. Please take care about not messing up yourself. Don't let people speak on you.". This note inspired me a lot that the day from then to today I care about my look and not messing up myself before others. This was such a worth thing that someone had written and complimented me so far. The class started murmuring of love blossoming between us. I never hesitated his stares on me, his willingness to speak to me, calling me on phone anytime he needed. I even started liking every coincidence that was going; like the first glance we hit upon each other, an unintentional setting for school together and even the face to face encounter felt good to notice. Everything was on silent mode but noticeable to each other. He even wrote that he would preserve my delicateness for which he adored me so much. I got aware of his care and concerns for me but stayed up in pending for myself thinking what it was I felt for him. I never denied to accept letters from him but never wrote one to him. I used to gaze out of window when it was time he set for football practice by my way. Days passed on like this. We never talk so promptly also. There was nothing like confession of love but these days i feel it was love we used to feel for our friendship. Dinesh turn inconvincible even today about this saying that it was unconfessed and unrequited love. Sarita used to aware me to not accept any letters and notes from him. Though he was good to see and treating me well, he had several bad habits, she urged. One day when we got to school, there was parents' meeting because Dinesh along with team quarreled with another football team intoxicated. The whole football team was suspended from school for several days. On hearing something like this about Dinesh, i felt like the ground i based on turned upside down. I remembered how I quarreled once with my parents making issue about grandpaa’s alcohol habits. I don't understand now what on blame on, my teen age or other else but I distinctly cut a line in my understanding that time that the thing considered bad was dangerously bad. This early intoxication about Dinesh's gave me a clear reason to avert away off him whether it was for friendship sake or others'. That day afterward I never smiled to him and valued him that I used to. The whole one year following that incident he kept on his attempt to renew things with me. That time i remained in aghast if he would hurt me for getting averted in between. I saw him annoyed and irritated because of my silence. He never stopped to follow me and wait me on the way. I also kept on warning him harshly when he used to come for renewing things with me. Year passed on and we completed our lower secondary study. After three years of settling there, his father got transferred to Kathmandu. By the time he left, he gave all my belongings like the essay I wrote which was ranked first on women empowerment, my painting and ink pen that he once borrowed. Those days I hardly had friends because I was so specific in my character. Everyone would chant ‘The Great I’ and in parallel mock me at my back. I laughed recalling the old version me. I was A-one in study. Along with doing study and work with due perseverance, I was bound with so much rules for myself and also for that one who wanted to be in my company. I could never see people littering in class. Even Dinesh used to put wrapper in his pockets after getting familiar with my habits those days. Perhaps his character defamed so awfully before me that it never rose again though he left away some day.

That day onward we never knew about each other until the time he told a friend to inform me about him leaving aboard for study. Gradually my study completed. Many happening came across in this long time. I learn to familiarize myself with people and came to lessen myself off complete goodness or badness i used to live with. Today i listen to people, better not judge them by one thing and try to feel their realization for bad they do. I realized none is virtuous or villainous in one point, there are many things unexplained, incomplete and undiscovered as well as there are so many perceptions and perspectives that come along. Likewise were things between Dinesh and I. I put only mine perception so rigidly that i denied to accept that he was sorry and was himself affected because of my rudeness. Well, what defines me today is much more familiar nature with people, good defender with my points in front of people and the one that have a lot of friends. Going out, drinking alcohol and hanging out with friends are the things i take normally these days. Well, I am good friend to Dinesh once again. He just laughed so hard the day he knew about my drinking habit and even said he had not smelt alcohol there onward. He told me that if I had not been fearful about things and forgiven the mistake he had once committed, today we would have much better to say about ourselves. In reply to this I said if I had not forgiven him he would not had seen struggles in his life and would chase after love that would never take his career to that apogee of success. I too have learnt many things for myself. I feel I am on verse of getting less reserved, more familiar and even more optimistic for my life. This is also a success to me, isn’t it? I want to find the best version of myself in days to come. To that memory of unrequited love, today we smile and counsel ourselves saying sometimes things happen for good time to commence. And sometimes bad things come along because with it ending up, again good thing is to commence. The ultimate thing is to find happiness in life.

Inspiring Yoga for life

Life nowadays is full of uncertainty because we are wavering so much in our thoughts. Life of own and others is often judged based on achievements, failures and circumstances that one come across.Thinking about ways to create convenience for ourselves we think less about welfare of others. All of our time is spent in this quest for more. We often forget this in want of more that life is too short to be wasted in a never-ending tussle for more. When in crowd, we think we can intrude way for ourselves. If we are able to find a seat in a bus, we keep on criticizing conductor for creating crowd, focusing on his money making intention but if it is late and we are struggling outside bus to get in, we somehow be thankful to him for making space for us inside bus. Crowd is often an unorganized place which makes us think that we better be not known by people that we mistreat here. Conflicting to this, often with people in acquaintance we remain cautious to not let them know any misconduct of ours'. We want our words be listened first and we be prioritized first. Marching on with everyday’s hustle and bustle, somehow our patience is lost behind. I also feel to reassemble this for myself. The nothing but I find this remedy in Yoga. It is an exercise of breathing that fills every body parts with oxygen to activate and work efficiently. We are not cautious of number of breath we take normally in a day but Yoga teaches one to be cautious with every breathing, balances it and even develop a thinking that it is a remedy for all problems. The inspiration and expiration better defines every steps. It puts in a cautiousness that you have to go with every steps, reminds you about the posture of body it should have during every inspiration and expiration. The fifteen minutes is a short time span when we involve in a movie or hang out with friends but this feels to be never ending span when you set yourself for Kapalbhati or Alarambilaram. Becoming cautious with each stroke i.e one stroke for one second; total counting 900 strokes for 15 minutes is a rule I am bound with every day I am performing Kapalbhati. I am learning to lengthen my inspiration to fill my lungs with goodness of oxygen and give out expiration keeping this in mind that it is taking all toxins and discomfort along with it. I learn to involve my every organ physically and mentally in this sound exercise. The 12 steps of physical training warm up the body. The asanas I practice are Suryanamaskar, pranayama, alarambilaram, nauli kriya, uddiyana bandha and butterfly asanas. Sitting asanas that work for neck and thyroid are jalandhar Bandh and ujjai pranayam. I then move for goumukh asan, Ardha Matsyendrasana, child's pose and butterfly asanas. Going parallell with supine twist, sphinx pose, paschimattasana, pavanmuktasana, cobra and locust pose is superb experience. The 90 degree pose and cycling of legs in 360 degree ends the simple 12 steps pranayamas of  my day. The sleeping pose also called Savasana summerizes the benefits, the body achieves from all the pranayamas. People say that yoga focuses on awakening 'Kundalin' which is a deep seated concentration in our spirit. They say our concentration thereby Kundalini records every systole and disatole of our heart and blood streaming through our arteries and veins. Well, this is something I have not recorded for myself but I am on my attempt of deeper concentration via yoga. This experiences of my life with yoga gave me a tougher me, doing well in every aspects. Well I can’t say this but I can definitely say that I am left with sound mind with my attempt to keep patience in everything I do. I get go people pass by those who feel hurry for themselves in crowd. I keep patience to read every articles feeling if I don’t read others’ who will mine then? I am learning to remain patient with hunger and follow my table manners. I am feeling to win over my anger and desperation. I am urging myself to remain calm not to speak if I am mistaken and sometimes I even let go of people and conditions even if I am not mistaken. I feel when time comes and realization hits their mind they will be pinched for their words which can’t be returned. I believe these days though opportunity won't come sooner, we better keep on going and never belittle our ability. There is no age barrier for you to perform certain task and achievement at certain time span, feel privileged to come across boundaries of life. Engage to a certain thought, writing, social activity, job, volunteering anything may do but do not let mind be the devil workshop by remaining idle and clueless about things. I better listen to people and even try to suggest them before prioritizing my words first. I often hear people saying that their day won't open up without doing vital they feel for themselves; for example it may be morning coffee, for people moving out for work that vital may be mobile phone, sanitizing, napkins, for girls it may be mini makeup kit. Like these things are vital for people, early morning yoga is boost up energy for my body and mind throughout my day. Without it I feel like I go feeble and in-confident to face the day and people. Many a time people wrong themselves with bad habits for which they have to pay a lot of time and energy in getting rid of it.  Likewise, Yoga is a habit for me hard to live without but in a positive way.

Sometimes, it is perception of one people that influences another person to develop willingness for  that certain thing. My attempt in this is not only to assemble my experience with yoga but to equally inspire you people for Yoga whoever come to read my writing in this blog.

THANK YOU……

Recalling Back.....

I am quite an absent minded person; not so alert in remembering things but when I call back my childhood days there are no single things or occurrence I don’t remember that happened to come across. Sometimes I feel if i get to back again to feel that time! Those days changing school was like changing clothes for me. Looking people of convenience and place of comfort, my parents constantly changed school for me and that happened in sequential number of years. I remember there were no good roads and school van that would take us to school and we used to walk by the way of field in applying shortcuts to school. I remember my curly brown hair which my father used to blade every time. It was better to blade than to put cap for the hair which mom could hardly comb in her busy days. But the thing was of shame in both the cases. When bladed, my near friends did not stay together with me and when capped I had to be afraid of that being hidden by mischievous friends and  got rebuking by teacher afterward for my extreme curl, tangled and uncombed hair. And I still remember my bladed head until few years of starting of my school.😯 There used to be none to pick us up from school. Either we had to walk in group or alone. When alone I remember how I used to freeze with panic attack while walking from the quiet maize field. People used to say there were jackals roaming around and I used to run all that way in my single breath. When I passed through paddy field I used to relieve myself and never forgot to count tadpoles in running water upon my constant gazing. Only rainy days were those when mom used to come with long army raincoats, some type plastic covering tapering at head side and those unusual gumboots😧 Oh! My God, those gumboots how I used to hate them. I used to feel if mom would come to take me in umbrellas only. How shame I used to feel to walk on long raincoat or plastics balancing their length at waist with my little hands. I never knew why I hated gumboots that much while it was alright for kids of same age. I remember how crooked my mind went that time that I hid them away from the sight of mother just to get rid of wearing them on rainy days.

It was the time when we couldn't frankly speak things we wanted and also those things we didn't want to. Fed off with the same tiffin, i remember even these days that i just used to put weight to my bag with uneaten rancid stuffs. It was sometimes thing of fortune to get a five rupee note. A five rupee note would buy a big handful of namkins, dungris and a well shaven pear with chat masala rolled over. Even though the busiest days of mom, I used to be filled up with ecstasy when sometimes I found mom at home earlier than me. I used to love eating pancakes by her with no complain at all. In her absence I still remember plucking radish from field just to suppress my hunger. And those days I could never get off coughing and cold. During dusk, all Rupis and sparrows used to go to find home in bamboo woods nearby. Thousands of them used to fly through our rooftop to the woods. I together with my friends used to be busy counting number of good lucks for ourselves. I used to feel if I could knock those woods forcefully to see them flying scatteredly just to amaze myself by the view I got to see then.

I remember how life used to be filled up with cautiousness when father used to be around or when at home. That incident still knocked my mind when together with me, my sister and brother were lined up for punishment for drawing on the walls. I wanted to ask him why all and not that who committed that. I felt bad that he did not even let go brother who was an adolescent already to involve in such stupidity. How could I forget that day when I hurt my nose seriously because of some part of mischievousness in class with friends and had to hide below the bed all the time just not to familiarize him about the misconduct I did. The poor I was caught though and nobody could protect me from his scolding that day also. The punishment for losing beautiful slipper brought to me by father became that the both sisters were made stay out of locked door for hours. Really, crazy! Not? But it was like that mistake of one used to be punishment for all😖. I together with my sister had hidden many injuries and mistakes those days because we better knew that firstly we would be counted for our mistakes and then only our injuries would be thought to heal about. During absence of father at home, days were like everyday full of fun and laughter😆 We used to play till evening until we heard last screaming of mom on us. Every time on his return he used to kiss us on our cheeks but the poor he did not know how his daughters hated him on his return😂 If it were Saturday we would totally stay in despair of missing Saturday’s cinemas and Ramayana’s episodes at nearby neighbor's. I sometimes miss my stringent father whom nowadays I count so little. Saturday was the only day when life used to be vivid with music, children playing on sun and mothers on duty of their children. Nowadays we even forgot the days but those days anyone could guess the day by viewing the liveliness of the day. I still remember that day when I could not go to watch Ramayan because of fever and my sister came to let me know what happened afterward. It was Soyambar of Sita that day and I regretted it on my bed for missing it even forgetting that I was burning with fever that moment

Today we go to watch movies with family or close group in vehicles accessible everywhere but those days the whole village would turn crazy to watch Nepali movies. We would rise the early Saturday before the first ray of sun kissed the earth and walked all the way to Thimi which had the only hall in close proximity from our location. Playing with inanimate things like pillows, brushes, dolls out old shredded clothes, giving characters to each other, creating scenes and nattering play were kind of entertainment for us those days. Today when i remember those days i suddenly happen to contrast those days with today, smile widens across my lips thinking they were also the days!!😆Today we can text and message each other by various media and we can maintain privacy for this also but those days letters used to be the only easiest medium. Arrival of letter also used to be a big announcement in the whole village. Anyone would be eager to know words of letters those days whether it would be in own house or in others. Today if this happens it's called interference, hacking or variously named to prove illegal😆😅 but those days it were some kind concerns people used to take it as. This can be because those days were better defined by commonness which turned to secrecy and distinction these days. I still remember those letters father used to write to us when he was set for United Peace Keeping Force in Lebanan and how we, kids used to gather all around the reader. Not only this my sister used to visit even neighbors for reading their letters. Today we keep messages unseen or even delete conversation but those days people used to keep letters safely for years even though the words written in it faded away and the paper became fragile to handle. The radios and cassettes existed in those days also. On calling, our elders used to run leaving tasks behind one had been doing to attend landline phone in nearby owner of it. Though we mock old version reel cameras photos of ourselves these days they are only the thing that grasps our childhood memories for us today.

When I see big field being used for some solid construction these days, I miss the game ball, dandi biyo, we used to play there. Images of we running in the field still flash out in my mind. I miss how my sister used to defend me every time in the field and hold my hand all the time. I feel bad that she has moved for her own and I have to defend me myself every time now on. Gathering in open fields, collecting twigs and allocating each other to bring different foodstuffs to cook in the field used to be termed Banbhat. No matter how well or mess we, kids could cook, it would still be taste with all goodness for us those days. I remember how we used to mutilate paddy fields in summer and how we used to disturb neighbor in cold winter night by chattering around and playing hide and seeks. I miss collecting hays and dried maize stalks to fire in the evening. We would mimic of smoking by burning on tip of straw. The view of hot air balloons is still captivating to my eyes. We used to dream every time to fly in those balloons because we used to see them most of the times in our sky. I remember just to see it landed, I had escaped out of mother’s hand who was making my hair to be ready for school and run all the way to the Thimi with the women running ahead. I wanted to ask if they would also take me to flight but I saw tourists landing and heard women murmuring that only tourists could fly in it. I was left in desperation but more desperate i felt was on getting mother’s beating for being late for school on come back. Today we have a lot of facilities on anything we want things to happen like for ourselves. Those days just getting to watch TV or having an one rupee note that could buy four orange balls or two milky lacto funs/love birds chocolates was like to feel in paradise. Today i can hardly stay before an TV for even a fifteen minutes patiently though i have enough spear time but those days how we used to engage hours in small attempts of creating happiness like we could spend the whole day counting number of paragliding armies from an aeroplane as a part of their training. Dashain used to be the only occasion when we got to dress new. Today we rarely values clothes after we put on once and found hard to know own clothes after couple of years but I think I still won’t find it hard to remember the dresses we were bought on every Dashain each year. It was because we used to put them with much love until they left their last fibers. During especial moments like Dashain we used to make many hand made cards for our beloved friends. Post cards used to be an inexpensive and simple gifts those days where we used to indicate saying "Rose is red, Sky is blue, I have a friend and that is you."

We grew up a dog unintentionally who followed us on the way to home from school. Away from sight of father, we securely gave shelter and food for it and named it Seru. In the last nibble of food we would pretend of stomach ache just to discard food and feed leftover to our Seru. On calling by name it used to come running no matter how far it might had gone to. Just one day it happened that father came to know about our secret intimacy with Seru and he dragged it to Koteshwor. Seru was crying and denying so much. I cried that whole day telling mom to desert me faraway once I would be grown up like Seru😩. 

I remember the whistle of milkman that would rise me up every morning. When dressed new I remember going up to every neighbor to tell them that we were bought new clothes. I remember dancing for hours in the rooftop in new dresses. Every season used to be distinct those days; not like today when it is almost rainy in spring and almost drought in rainy. When it was spring we would see pansy and poppy in our yard, we would run after butterflies and dragonfly. Rainy season would bring greenery all around and winter used to come with cold mist scattered thickly. The sound of cuckoo and dove used to soothe the whole village in spring and the flight of cranes used to be eye catching view during rainy season. We would never stop to mock old asare themes and Asare geet of women from Thimi. I still remember the Mulpani road that was distinctly viewable from window of our home from where we could clearly see people running for bus. Collecting carrots in Newars' field near Manohara river during holidays, Chatti and buddhi game we used to play so often in school and stealing every eatables that we liked from kitchen; (horlicks, fruits, biscuits, any and even sugar when not any)😝away from sight of elders without any consent; still play so hard in my mind. Collecting small potatoes also called Selas after major were dug down, sticking and licking Titaura on hand under bench and away from attention of teacher, stoop down position as part of punishment in school and turning stubborn to follow mom in her Melas while the major intention was to play muddy water in the field were also the some.  Today it is said that chiding and beating children can have bad impact upon their mentality and development and better termed as abuse. In contrary to this, these used to be some kind granted rights for teachers and parents those days and for us, to be scolded and beaten used to be peremptory instructions that we had to take anyhow😆. Though I may read many novels of today, I may take some time to recall them clearly but I distinctly remember the story of Goldilocks, Rip Van Winkle, Red Riding Hood from my old Headway English Book, Gulmohar and Ekalavya story from Moral Science.😍

With everything advancing so much of course I miss the atypical character; I myself. One fine Friday principal announced compulsory presence of parents for collecting mark sheets of children after the half-day of Friday on assembly. I was filled up with terror of not finding mom at home and it happened so when I arrived home. I had heard that she worked in galaxy. I arrived there and asked doorkeeper to call upon her. Upon his denial I intended to climb up the big walls of galaxy. The doorkeeper came running, I fell off the wall and hurt my knees badly. I then went to my sister’s school but the head ma'am denied for letting her come with me. I cried the whole way to school. I created a good drama for teachers, students and parents lining up there. Hearing the reason I cried for, all laughed and looked upon me with pity and tenderness. My class teacher handed me the mark sheet where I saw myself being ranked first. I still remember beating from Kopila miss when I debated with classmate for wining upon that earthworm is python and vice versa; what obstinate character I was😃. I still remember sluggish handwriting of mine that would leave me the last to do with my paper in the exam. How hard i used to stress in my writing that letters from first page would imprint even in the last page of copy.😆 The confusion about having images of onion for garlic and garlic for onion didn't clear even in my upper grades and even today I think for a while while making distinction between the two😃. When I see everything changing and try to accept them, I still can’t accept that I am no longer a women now accompanied by so much loyal and assiduous spirit that I used to have in young me😑.
These memories are so preserved in my mind and will never fade away probably because those days we used to involve so intensely in every thing we used to do. Though it might be just a little thing but giving great attempts to achieve something desired used to bring enormous happiness in our heart😍. Joys, sorrows, desperation, etc.. that those days carried are many but at this instance i feel extremely gleeful to accumulate my childhood memories on Recalling back.......

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