Memories of the past
My memories want to bring the past to life and forget the present. It feels good to reminisce about the past.
The happiest part of my memory is my school life and childhood.
I passed school more than two years ago. Even then, those memories linger in many parts of my life. When I think of my childhood and school, I sometimes wonder why I grew up. It was good to be small.
I used to study at Phulhlua Kanthaltali Secondary School. I crossed the boundaries of primary school and got admitted in this school in sixth class. When I came to the new school, I saw a big world. At first the new environment seemed uncomfortable. But gradually it became my home.
I continue to respect the elders. And this quality of mine introduced me to school in a very short time. Maybe that's why all the teachers in the school loved me. The love and affection of my teachers and friends made my school life happy and glorious.
It was a great pleasure for me to host the school's annual awards ceremony. I waited for this day all year round. The day would be full of noise, joy, noise and merriment. On this day, good results in the annual examination and prizes were given to the winners of various competitions. Although I did not receive a reward for good results, I did receive a reward for good conduct and regular school attendance.
If you want to talk about childhood and school, you need to talk to your friends first. School and childhood without friends I can't think Friends seemed to exist. It is difficult to tell who is closer.
However, there is one who has to write a little differently. His name is Redwan. The friendship with him started with bitterness.
Redwan always hid and tore up my class. He didn't want me to do better than him. I don't know why he did that. I used to hide and tear his notebook.
The incident of one person sitting behind the other and putting ink on the shirt turned into dal rice. Now when I think of these things, I get a smile and sometimes my eyes widen.
We did not know when we became good friends while fighting such a cold war.
She liked her mother's cooking khichuri and fried eggs. There is no counting how many days we have sat together and eaten khichuri and fried eggs.
Then one day they hurriedly left the village and went to the city. I was in a lot of trouble that day. And that day I realized that he was my only close friend. Sometimes when they came to visit, I was very happy. I used to save a lot to tell him.
School, friends, childhood all want to get back. But that is not to be. The currents of time do not return to the past. So you have to live with the memory for life.
