Recalling the period when I had enough time to tell moon stories but seems like I lost it. I know maybe you laugh to hear this but this is true, I spent my childhood nights under the open sky ( it was the best time spent in the village ) and the only phobia I got was insomnia because of moonlight. So I kept talking with moon until he was gone. Now under these 4 walls, I have no such company to gossip. This click was taken a year ago trying to catch the moon hiding before the tomb of the mosque.
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Our past and specially our childhood day were very unique and most beautiful days of our lives , and near about every person wants to come back their childhood days and they dream for that. When we spent mostly part of nights in thinking and watching the sky. But seems to be impossible to come back the past.