Memories of the most adventurous adventures of my childhood

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Long ago.

The memories of those days are still floating before our eyes. The effect of time is a bit dirty. It hasn't been deleted though. Childhood I spent several years as a child in the village. At that time I was pretty naughty. Our village was called Ajpara village. There were so many trees that it was almost dark even during the day. The mother is unconscious in the village after her marriage. It was full of snakes, foxes, feral cats, gossip, otters, and vegies. I remember there was a small bush on the bank of the pond. It looks like a small forest. There are several impenetrable jungles in Bigha. And there were bamboo thickets. dark. The fear of snakes was greater in this bamboo thicket.

Today I will share with you memories of an adventurous adventure that occurred in my childhood.

Past our village, a small canal falls along the south side. There is not much water in Boishakh-Jasthi. However, in Ashar Shuraban, it seems that the class is singing. Fish are also very happy to get fresh water. He runs all day. So you can get a lot of fish this time. One day we all decided to go fishing. The beginning of the month of Ashar. It rained. But such rain has not yet fallen. The best time to fish is last night. But is anyone out last night with kids like us? So I decided to go fishing early in the morning instead of last night.

The night before, there was a small meeting in Pukur Ghat. Three men will catch fish with their nets, and two will come out of the boat and I will put my nets on the hooks. Someone else is in charge of the fish.

I didn't believe in leaving at all.

The next day, very early in the morning, everyone appeared together in little Kalpara. The rain stopped several times last night. It is not raining now, but the sky is cloudy and strong. we are trembling It took some time for winter to come. Now it's your turn to go fishing. We always had our own little dinghy barrier near the culvert. The ropes were quickly untied and six people climbed onto the ropes. One of my cousins ​​ran quite a bit near the arrow and threw the first net. Some fish such as putti, khalse and tangra were caught in the net. They were quickly released from the net and thrown into the boat. And from there, I started filling in the gaps.

I was fishing a lot. Karui is almost full. That incident happened then. Even thinking about it after so many days has passed, my heart still trembles. Fishing is almost over. I was washing my face with water, and everyone got on a boat and went to the middle of the canal to play. Some happily added the song to their hearts. Then the last net came out of the water. Everyone was terrified as they left the fish. There is a snake in the net. The chakra bakra is a very fat yellow snake. Seeing snakes has become ours. When they lifted the net and threw it into the water, the snake suddenly sniffed and fell and came right behind the boat.

Almost immediately, the heroism of all heroes was lost in an instant. There was a lot of hoopoe. And the consequences are fatal. In the blink of an eye, the ship lost its balance and leaned in a very dangerous direction. Unknowingly, I found myself in the water of a canal. The boat did not fall on my neck for a while. In a sudden event, I swallowed several poison canals. The village boys are all good at swimming. Even so, owning one is still out of reach of the average person. When we drank a few muddy waters and swam, our fishing rods, nets, and boats were all in the middle of the canal. I looked at it for a moment and then slowly walked home. Back home, everyone was beaten a bit that day. Not for sinking nets or boats. Had that ship landed on the neck of any of us at any speed, it would have been buried that day.

That day, death was so close to us. The thought of that still makes me nervous. From then on, ships were tied with chains and locks instead of ropes.

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And I will end the memory of the day with an adventure. In the middle of Ashwin. A few days left with Peugeot. At this time, the little boy calls the boys endlessly happy. It smells like Peugeot Peugeot all over. Listening to Mahalaya on the radio in the morning, aha how all the days of my childhood were. It was at this time that the forest was very infested with forest cats and foxes. Today his ducks eat, tomorrow his chickens. Everyone is anxious. Meanwhile, our Sada's milky white swan passed away. Only a few drops of blood and countless feathers were found scattered in the morning. But the duck is missing. wild cat or fox. Everyone has something to do.

A desire for revenge arose from the sister-in-law. In the afternoon, an emergency meeting was held at the playground. Everyone, except the game, decided to attack the secret hideout in the forest. We had an Air Song in our house. strong air song. Baba Kaka killed Buck with it. Of course, I later donated it to someone. I will tell the story another day. So our kids used to play air songs. It was very heavy for us and a little difficult to load but we managed to drive it. The decision is to attack the forest dera with an air song. After that, the group of wild cats must be eradicated. Enthusiasticly, we launched the campaign that afternoon. It was a big mistake.

There are too many people in this campaign, but the pond everyone wants to go to. In the end, it was selected by lottery. I fell out of the lottery because I was the leader. The name of one of my cousins ​​didn't appear in the lottery. danger. He can play good air songs. No one can do that. Eventually he became a partner. Otherwise, you run the risk of failure at the start of your campaign. The sure goal of his hand. Let's all get out quickly. Adiganta, on the east side of our huge garden, used to eat the rice as soon as they crossed it. The fortune teller now raised a wad of rice. Our journey began with a narrow egg through the chest of that field. Because the air song is heavy, everyone comes in and out. After walking for a while, I saw a cedar and a thicket in the middle of the field. After walking for a while, we finally arrived.

When I appeared there and looked around, my heart was dry. Where do we come from? There is quite a bit of barren land around. The rice fields are quite far. There are wild bushes, cane bushes, nishinda, ash-shawra, bhantkul, large ol-kachu bushes, and cumin trees. One is like a little further dip. There are numerous holes in the bank. There are also a few short palms and some date palms. But, looking at all this, our hearts did not dry up. What makes our breasts dry is the sight of countless bones. not human Poultry and goats and sheep. But anyway, the bones. The numbers after that are countless. They are scattered everywhere. It's mostly muddy. From a distance you can see the blurred lines of the town. It took quite some time to get used to. We went to the bank of the sink. The hole in the high bank of Toba was a fox hole. Came in search of a forest cat's nest and appeared in a fox's den. We no longer have heroism. If I could go home, I would buy it.

Then there was a fight in the submerged water. Crocodile or not? Who else is crazy! Where do alligators come from? But it wasn't the crocodile that came out of the water, it was his cousin. great gossip. Gossip is a very naive animal. People can't find a way to escape. But that day rushed towards us. "Ya palayati sa jivati" - Uncle save my life. I started running and pulled out the air song. After running for a while, he showed off his masculine beauty. Shh! Is this our heroism? The gossip made the three men's breasts dry? Shh! Moreover, if you leave the air gun unattended, you will inevitably get hit by your uncle at home. So I got up the courage to go. I listened to the air song. I quickly loaded it up and handed it to my cousin. He aimed and pressed his trigger. There was a sound. shooting. Because, I've seen gossip fall. Then he turned his back on us, dug in the ground and collected the dry leaves of the trees. Boom turned towards us. My brother got fired again. Again the perfect target, shot in the head. Gossip has come down. But only a few. I returned to the place where the dried leaves were collected. The air song rang again. good again on the back. The gossip broke out again. But four or five hands came and went back to their place.

A few more shots fired. 8-10 times. I only missed it twice. But the gossip didn't seem to matter. But gradually he becomes very violent. He eventually returned home as he failed. I told my father and uncle about the expedition that returned home. They bark enough at us. Because it was evening. Not afraid to gossip. Fear of foxes. Fox bites cause rabies. If we go there again, this announcement from our father will bury us. Hearing those words, his face dried up. At dinner our little uncle said rumors were guarding his eggs. That's why it came to us. So they are very innocent. However, they do so after laying eggs. And their skin is too thick to be subdued with lead shots from air guns.