When I Look Back
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When I look back, I see a little girl-very bubbly, naughty and full of life. A very care free girl with no worries of future. To whom life was just to enjoy a cone of ice cream. I would probably say "those were the days".
I remember the day when I made a temple of sand in my backyard, my whole family for my sake worshiped it daily and appreciated me for the initiative I took. I would say "god is my best friend, he would surely come to help you ma" when a scorpion bit my mother.
My mother and father were doctors and were busy doing their jobs but I didn't cared because I was with my best friend, my grandma. I remember how she used to held me warmly in night and pat on my back singing me a melodious bedtime rhyme.
I used to play with my friend cum cousins make things from planks of wood, plastics and other waste stuff kept in my backyard. The most successful toy or I would rather say my first invention was "rocket train".
I would sometimes become doctor rather than an engineer or a pilot or an architect. I would prepare so-called 'sacred medicines' from so-called 'sacred plants' from my backyard and would tell my mother to use them to treat ailments of her patients. And one day I was being a cop I got injured badly and my own 'doctor daddy' couldn't treat me. He was so scared which was very surprising because men are not sensitive species. Finally my mother treated me.
Those days were like a beautiful scenery hanged in the wall of my heart which I can see anytime and go to that period of my life.
Still no one has changed nor their love for me in the mean time but I have changed. I am now very conservative, shy, worried exact opposite of what I was earlier. But whenever I go to my grandma's place she make me sleep beside her and hold me with same warm affection. I feel very lucky to have such beautiful and holy childhood days.
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I remember the day when I made a temple of sand in my backyard, my whole family for my sake worshiped it daily and appreciated me for the initiative I took. I would say "god is my best friend, he would surely come to help you ma" when a scorpion bit my mother.
My mother and father were doctors and were busy doing their jobs but I didn't cared because I was with my best friend, my grandma. I remember how she used to held me warmly in night and pat on my back singing me a melodious bedtime rhyme.
I used to play with my friend cum cousins make things from planks of wood, plastics and other waste stuff kept in my backyard. The most successful toy or I would rather say my first invention was "rocket train".
I would sometimes become doctor rather than an engineer or a pilot or an architect. I would prepare so-called 'sacred medicines' from so-called 'sacred plants' from my backyard and would tell my mother to use them to treat ailments of her patients. And one day I was being a cop I got injured badly and my own 'doctor daddy' couldn't treat me. He was so scared which was very surprising because men are not sensitive species. Finally my mother treated me.
Those days were like a beautiful scenery hanged in the wall of my heart which I can see anytime and go to that period of my life.
Still no one has changed nor their love for me in the mean time but I have changed. I am now very conservative, shy, worried exact opposite of what I was earlier. But whenever I go to my grandma's place she make me sleep beside her and hold me with same warm affection. I feel very lucky to have such beautiful and holy childhood days.
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