While ideally sitting today I went back the memory lane of my childhood when we enjoyed innocently when every act of ours was special in one or the other way. I recalled the days when going to school was the biggest punishment that one could give me sitting on my Tri Cycle with red face short hair fair skin blue dress and blue bag was me trying to convince my parents of letting me take leave . Every day was one or other reason with stomach ache or legs paining ;).But convincing parents is not easy so couldn’t I but made effort everyday but all were in vain. With red face watery eyes I used to finally stand in my dad scooter and ride to my school. Saturdays and Sundays were the best days of the week that time on Friday every one could see that happiness on my face because of holiday.. I feel something like this happens with everyone but could be it happened more with me.. You might think it’s exaggerated but all this is really true.
Those were the days when I used to stand on table and dance till fell tired. Evening were of great fun as me my brother and my father used to see who is the strongest and to prove that I am the strongest I used to climb the bed and you ‘’ see I ‘m the strongest ‘’ . I was less than half of what I ‘m today and my brother used to call me ‘’ makodi pehelvaan’’ .
That was real fun with me and my brother sitting in our two small cycles and trying to win over each other, though he was stronger and elder to me but still even he was a kid by then, kids are allowed to win always ;) .
Many such memories but fun were something like these , we grew up and now just have memories and matured fun which may be later in my life will sound funny to me.
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