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OLD IS GOLD...
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories.the house carries a lot of happy moments, sad moments, joy of birth and sorrow of loss.
After a long interval of time now I'm here to witness my story behind my success today.i dont know why those days are gone,why the sweet dream house of my parents has turned into a useless broken house. it is very old house but which memories it contains are priceless . I spend 20 yrs of my life in this house,this is not only a house but also a temple for us. Time has changed completely, but it is still the same.
i can see that same watch hanging on the wall in which i used to change the time to avoid my tution classes,but yes this watch is not working now .i can see those stairs in which me and my sisters used to slide, but yes now it is completely filled with dust and spider nets. Ohhh! my room is still the same filled with my dolls and toys,but yes there is no one present to play with them. And that family photo frame hanging on my grandpa's room is still the same and yes people are still the same but now no one has time to take family photograph bcz everyone is busy in taking selfies with their phones.
yes,i remember then we used to play antakshari together and after that we used to plan for picnic and all, but now we have to take time to plan to meet together.
i read in books that" Old is Gold"
now I'm realizing that yes Old is gold nomatter how old the thing is but it holds the experience and memory that you can never get to experience or can never realise. this house is our memory,our love, when I'm here i feel like I'm back again to my childhood to my parent's lap again.
in this house i can't feel any worries, sadness,stress,it is completely out of the world and the feeling is so relaxing and so refreshing. This is the place where i can live alone only with those sweet and real memories not like today's socalled fake and show of friends & relatives.
Now,where we live that is called showpiece but at that time where we lived was called home or house.
today's so called homes are made with money and power only but at that time homes were made with pure love and honesty .thatswhy my parents used to worship that place just like a temple. my parents are always god & goddess for me but where I'm living now is not my temple,my old house is the real temple of my parents where they stored carefully love and best memories of their life which they spent together. that old house is my birth place,in that house i took my first step foraward following my father to walk ahead. i can never forget that memories.
with year passing world is growing with technology so those are lagging behind but still those memories are alive in my heart and every year i visit that place to remove my stress, uneasiness and to refresh my energy with some positive vibes&some sweet memories.
Seriously OLD IS GOLD.
#englishstory#writcostory#writcostorychallenge#writco @Lipsa8074
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories.the house carries a lot of happy moments, sad moments, joy of birth and sorrow of loss.
After a long interval of time now I'm here to witness my story behind my success today.i dont know why those days are gone,why the sweet dream house of my parents has turned into a useless broken house. it is very old house but which memories it contains are priceless . I spend 20 yrs of my life in this house,this is not only a house but also a temple for us. Time has changed completely, but it is still the same.
i can see that same watch hanging on the wall in which i used to change the time to avoid my tution classes,but yes this watch is not working now .i can see those stairs in which me and my sisters used to slide, but yes now it is completely filled with dust and spider nets. Ohhh! my room is still the same filled with my dolls and toys,but yes there is no one present to play with them. And that family photo frame hanging on my grandpa's room is still the same and yes people are still the same but now no one has time to take family photograph bcz everyone is busy in taking selfies with their phones.
yes,i remember then we used to play antakshari together and after that we used to plan for picnic and all, but now we have to take time to plan to meet together.
i read in books that" Old is Gold"
now I'm realizing that yes Old is gold nomatter how old the thing is but it holds the experience and memory that you can never get to experience or can never realise. this house is our memory,our love, when I'm here i feel like I'm back again to my childhood to my parent's lap again.
in this house i can't feel any worries, sadness,stress,it is completely out of the world and the feeling is so relaxing and so refreshing. This is the place where i can live alone only with those sweet and real memories not like today's socalled fake and show of friends & relatives.
Now,where we live that is called showpiece but at that time where we lived was called home or house.
today's so called homes are made with money and power only but at that time homes were made with pure love and honesty .thatswhy my parents used to worship that place just like a temple. my parents are always god & goddess for me but where I'm living now is not my temple,my old house is the real temple of my parents where they stored carefully love and best memories of their life which they spent together. that old house is my birth place,in that house i took my first step foraward following my father to walk ahead. i can never forget that memories.
with year passing world is growing with technology so those are lagging behind but still those memories are alive in my heart and every year i visit that place to remove my stress, uneasiness and to refresh my energy with some positive vibes&some sweet memories.
Seriously OLD IS GOLD.
#englishstory#writcostory#writcostorychallenge#writco @Lipsa8074
