There are no major illnesses like growing up

The rules for sitting on the fast bench in school or college life remain the same. Only the first row people can no longer be found. The upper bouts featured two cutaways, for easier access to the higher frets. Although the placement of white board, marker pencil, duster is unchanged, the people who use them are constantly changing.

At a very young age, those friends who used to gossip together, steal sandals, play ha-du-du, share tiffins, get lost as soon as they go from primary school to high school. Going to play football together in high school, stealing dabs from the next tree, those friendships are lost as soon as they go to college life. In college life, those friends who used to eat phuntka-chatap together every day, as soon as they go to the campus, they become unfamiliar. Loss seems to be the rule.

The end is colorless, but the beginning is so colorful. On the days of school and college rag day, everyone is filled with different colors filled with packets and returned with colorless regrets. I color the day by writing on the T-shirts, I come back with thousands of regrets. However, the early days were not so colorful. Colorful days begin with tears and end with tears. We have to say goodbye to the golden days.

Gollachut, stealing sandals, playing ha-du-du, sharing tiffins, stealing dabs from the next tree, eating fuchka-chatpati, naughty colored canvases are in their place, not just people, not my friends, I can't stay. That is the rule. Everyone has to leave behind the beautiful moments. Every moment would be colorful without any condition or occasion, meeting those with whom it was spent would not become a time without condition and occasion.

The tradition of sharing tiffins remains the same, the people who shared them can no longer be found. Gollachchuta game continues, only people change. Math, Bengali, geography are taught in the same way, only those people who learn together are lost. Teachers' rule, caress, support, everything remains the same.

How many colorful memories are mixed with those old days with whom I spent my childhood and adolescence. The unfamiliar crowd in the busy city suddenly remembers their words. Wanting to go back to the golden shade of the green field, everyone wanted to smile and open their souls. But that is no longer possible. Everyone is busy with the burden of responsibility. Even if I want to, the time is not right. The golden days of childhood remain on the pages of Sruti. The days seem to be nothing more than a smile.

Maybe one day I suddenly meet everyone and go to reminisce in my childhood. But not everyone is sitting on the benches like in childhood. The joy of childhood is never to be found again. Everything has to be accepted because that is the law of nature.

I wish! If only I could get back to those colorful days, and those colorful friends ........

We sing without knowing it ...

come come friends return

come come come Friends return -

to the address of childhood and adolescence

Don't forget another day

come come Friends return come -

in the golden shade of the green field.

I will laugh, open my heart and all together

come come friends return.

Luckily for him, he found his school life friend in college, campus life. If only I could get back to those colorful days, and those colorful friends.