Childhood

When the pages of childhood memories match in front of the eyes, the crowd gathers in the corner of the mind about how many narrated events have taken place. How many small honeyed incidents have taken place in my childhood-life, which I now feel quite happy when awakened in memory. Not all the events of childhood come to mind. Which is clear and which is vaguely remembered. Anyway, clear and No matter how obscure the events may be, the joy that is stored in the memory for a moment is no less honeyed. It seems like a colorful dream. Alas, what are those lost days and one day I will get back. There are many things that happen in human life in childhood, but there are many things that do not happen at all. As a child, I was not at all calm, but just the opposite. Everyone in the house was restless because of my mischief. I could not stay still for a moment. My nature was like that. Walking around the neighborhood with friends and swimming in the pond, this was my daily routine. I was very good at swimming, climbing trees and playing football on the field. These I mastered at a very young age. I was the leader of our team and everyone was a little scared of me. I would advise my small group to run away from school, steal mangoes from a neighbour's garden, steal litchis and eat them, climb trees, and raise chicks. I never feared the rule of my parents. They tried hard but could not stop me from doing this. But that is not to say that I was bad at studying but that I would have passed all the exams with good marks. Once in the summer the school was closed for a month. Dad said, I haven't been to Gai's house for a long time, now let's go back. My joy is no longer heard. I will go to the country after a long time, who is happy about this. Although our village is very small, the movement of the village is not exactly like the village, it is a little urban. The small village is clean and tidy, like a picture. The village is enchanted by vast green fields, dense green jute and paddy fields, mango, jackfruit, litchi orchards and the water of Kajal black pond. There is no school-college surrounded by buildings, huge walls like the city; Small houses made of tin, wood or straw and school premises all seemed wonderful to me. When I would go to the country, I would count every day. At last I saw a good day and left for the village. We started our journey by riding in a bullock cart along the path of Lal Surki of the village union board.