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I wish I could relive my childhood memories
Village where that beautiful feeling of fresh air as soon as the dawn comes and the sweet sound of birds adds a different kind of sweetness to the ears.
Do you remember that day when in childhood we entered the neighbor's field?After stealing sugarcane, he sat under the banyan tree and ate it with great pleasure.
And then when I have fun, my father gets angry and shouts loudly at me, Grandmother would twist my ears tightly, Amma would lovingly hide me in her arms and avoid everyone.
I remember a lot that there was a different pleasure of open air.I said in these verses.That mother's love, grandmother's and father's anger are no more.
Now no one twists my ears, no one lovingly hides me in his lap from everyone's scolding. Childhood is very beautiful.
That fun with friends and the big school bell, as soon as we heard it, we would rush home. Sometimes they put colors and sometimes wet mud on the teacher's chair. Due to which the teacher's entire pants would get dirty and we would end up becoming chickens in the hot sun.
The days which we used to enjoy with great pleasure are no more. I wish I could live these moments once again, I wish I could bring back my childhood. I wish I could revive those memories, I wish...
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Do you remember that day when in childhood we entered the neighbor's field?After stealing sugarcane, he sat under the banyan tree and ate it with great pleasure.
And then when I have fun, my father gets angry and shouts loudly at me, Grandmother would twist my ears tightly, Amma would lovingly hide me in her arms and avoid everyone.
I remember a lot that there was a different pleasure of open air.I said in these verses.That mother's love, grandmother's and father's anger are no more.
Now no one twists my ears, no one lovingly hides me in his lap from everyone's scolding. Childhood is very beautiful.
That fun with friends and the big school bell, as soon as we heard it, we would rush home. Sometimes they put colors and sometimes wet mud on the teacher's chair. Due to which the teacher's entire pants would get dirty and we would end up becoming chickens in the hot sun.
The days which we used to enjoy with great pleasure are no more. I wish I could live these moments once again, I wish I could bring back my childhood. I wish I could revive those memories, I wish...
© copyrightuzma8067
