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Hi everyall.How are you all?

I hope everybody is enjoying 2022. In a new form.This is my first artical in @read.cash Just tried.

Smriti wants to forget the present by bringing the distant past to alive . In that memoir of that chapter, the most interesting to us is' Our Childhood Life. Although I have passed my childhood life much earlier.Even then the memories of childhood, many parts of our lives are all over the place . Everything can be forgotten but the memories of childhood life can never be forgotten. It is forever memorable. The days of life are never confined to one place. Moving forward is a feature of life.

Today I suddenly went to reminisce about the old days. In the evening I saw on my mobile, suddenly posting a picture on Nokia 1200 model mobile online,

I remember 12 years ago reminisce. At that time I was only studying in class seven. And 1200 models were more prevalent in Nokia mobiles then. My mother used to use this mobile then. The first love of childhood life, love starts from an unknown mobile number. Even on the mobile used by my mother. I know this is very funny.

There was a time when I used to buy 200 messages for 20 rupees.

I didn't have a phone then.

I used to flex my mother's phone to save money for tiffin. Before seeing my mother, I used to buy messages with that money.

When I heard the sound of a message, I was anxious to check the phone first

Day, date I would call a specific number.

From my mother at night, in any case, being able to keep the mobile phone with me means the joy of conquering the world.

If my mother had left the phone and gone somewhere, I would have been so happy.

Days have changed, now the phone is in hand 24 hours a day.

Messenger, WhatsApp, Instagram, everything is installed on the phone.

But there is no message of 20 rupees, there is no person to send the message.

There is no urge to check the message, the fear of listening to the ringtone of the mother's phone no longer works, even if the number is memorized, everything else is in the past.

Now it is morning, it is evening, it is night. Trying to get to know a stranger. He doesn't look for it anymore. Even if you don't forget, you have to forget.

Life goes on and on according to its rules. I also have to accept.

When I go to reminisce, I think I have lost a lot. Then look at what the present has given me.

Reminiscences of the past grow from small to big, from big to old and from old to once departed from the world. One comes forward in danger, another laughs in one's laughter, another weeps in one's weeping. The relationship people expect such a tie. In fact, this is not the case. The reality is that people no longer remember the past and those who do not have a past can have no existence and no sense of gratitude. This is normal now. Passionate love is priceless in the world. The hardest thing in the world is to correct mistakes, and the easiest thing to do is to criticize others. It is not the case that human beings have to run away from one person to another. Not all people can act like some people, all the mistakes are caught by God at one time.

The beauty of a relationship lies in trusting and understanding each other. No human being is above fault, human beings are just wrong. Satan never makes a mistake like applauding with one hand. Sometimes what people think in their minds can be the opposite of what they think, they have to think from the position of others for some time without thinking from their own position. Isn't it normal to think of acting or betrayal of emotional blackmail where people don't have faith ..? Emotions are dead Emotions are defeated Faith does not survive This is the reality of the world. A real human being does these things out of love, no matter the danger of another human being or whatever he gets in the way of, and finds his self-satisfaction there not for the sake of self-interest, but for some people it is different.

There are inhuman human beings in this world. I am no exception, when will I be a human being.

#Thank for my artical.