Desire to get back πππ I have lost my childhood with the passage of time. In real life, this may be the rule. Ah! What were the days. Playing football soaked in the rain by cheating on parents. In case of any injury, hide the wound for fear from parents. Going out with friends with school hoaxes. When I returned home, I used to walk back in fear so that my mother would not understand. After the Baishakhi storm, my mother forbade me to run to the mango orchard. Now the month of Baishakh ( 1st month of Bengali calender) is going on, there is no one to forbid, but mangoes are not picked now. All this seems to be covered in the gray light of busyness. There is a desire to get back, that childhood again. That golden time. Image source : google #RandomThoughts
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