This is the place which shaped me. Here I was born, not only biologically, but in a broader sense. The values and ideals, for which I still live, have been inculcated in me by this hamlet. I really miss the scenic beauty of this place, with the Damodar flowing in one side, and hills on the other. Far away from the maddenning crowds of the city but affected by the dirty politics, run by small time goons, which is prevalent in every small place.
Well, I am now feeling nostalgic about the place and I don't want to stop writing. I miss, every thing about the place, my friends, my school, the beautiful small temple by the side of Damodar and sneaking out of house with friends to take bath in the polluted waters of Damodar and being scolded by my father if caught. Well, playing that gulli-danda and glass pebbles and running away at the first sight of any of our school teacher. This is the only place where i have been myself in true spirit. Where I have fallen in love, where I have cried without the fear of someone finding me crying.
This is the place from where I have received my best gifts and this is the place where I have lost my biggest treasures. This is the place which I call mine, though I I don't belong to this place...
4 comments:
Dear, story of childhood of every child is take a same shape. May be this story said about u but belive me this is the same imigination of every child. When i read ur classic i feel that insteed of u i was there.
well your story and emotions are evident of the fact that the thing which leaves you is the closest to your heart....
When we are in that carefree stage we always dream to be bi...as big that every body look up to us....but when we consummate we feel nostalgic....
dear,this is the true representation of your hay days by going through which anyone can turn nostalgic.most of us have passed through this experience and your writing has given us a chance to peep into our past and solace for sometime.
Dear.. aj hum waha nahi hain par mere dil aj wahin hai.
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