Dear friends,
Have a good day. @Sujitdas1 is here. This is for your kind information that now i am going to share our childhood memory.
It is very difficult to remember many incidents of our childhood now. It would be great if I could go back to my childhood. Childhood teaches people a lot. There are some people in childhood who can never be forgotten. They always live in the middle of the mind. I think it would be great if they could come back.
so let's start.....
The lost childhood seems to call back again and again. The busy life of the office, the rush of college, or even today's children are losing their childhood. Even several years ago, the old woman's hair used to come to the neighborhood. He wanted to run away as soon as he saw this old hairdresser coming to see different colors. That sweet food could be had for only a few pennies. It would have melted if you put it in your mouth. He used to come to the neighborhood by ringing the bell. Nowadays he does not come anymore. They all forgot the path today. Even kids don't want to eat these foods anymore. They want expensive ice cream. Or they love to go to the shopping mall to buy or cut or drown in the mobile. So these touches are getting lost.
Remember that stick ice cream? Carrying a wooden box on his shoulder, he would shout, 'Stick ice cream ...' but he was no longer seen. As soon as I heard his call in the hot afternoon, my mind would rise. It didn't take long for the parents to pay the deposit. I used to buy that red-blue ice cream for only 25 paise or even less. What a joy she is! And today, even if we have a magnum in hand, maybe we will not get that joy back. The kids don't see that ice cream man anymore. Where they all got lost.
Getting lost in the afternoon game of childhood. Now after returning from school, the child has to run to dance class, or swimming class, or maybe they have to run to tuition. So back home either playing games on the computer or playing games on the mobile. But even a few years ago, children used to run on the field and play football, kanamachi, lukochuri and many more. But now they don't play anymore. As if everything is changing, childhood is getting lost.
Hot afternoon. The fan is spinning. School holidays. I have to sleep on my mother's orders. Go to bed and lie down with your eyes closed. All around is quiet. Suddenly the silence was broken by the melody of a melodious violin. The mind would run away from this alley to that man's alley. The man could play the violin. The violin could be found for ten rupees. However, no matter how many times I tried to play the violin, I could never play it. Only the man playing the violin knew that tune. It's been many years since they came. The next generation will hear his tune.
Didn't get a love letter on the way home from school, it wouldn't have happened decades ago. The boy would fly away from the bicycle and leave. The girl was hiding the letter. Never go to the bathroom and hide. Sometimes the letter would be hidden in the pages of the notebook and the mind would match the wings. Then the letter was read to the elders. That's one thing. Nowadays these things don't happen anymore. Mobile in everyone's hands. Everything can be informed by sending an SMS. But where is the fun. Now love is breaking on the phone. So that old love letter has gone to the grave.
Playing on the field, dusting his body, he jumped into the pond. Fun swimming there. How much more dive swimming. He did not want to get out of the water. If no one came running from home with a stick, the name of getting up would not be from the pond. But nowadays children do not go to the pond. They go to the swimming pool. Swims. They don't know the fun of the pond. Everything is lost from life.
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Can't finish saying about childhood. Childhood memories are truly extraordinary. No one can ever forget about childhood.
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It would be great if I could go back to my childhood. Childhood teaches people a lot.