The nib broken and I do not have any new nib. Saraf is here with his memories before the nib broke.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
I Still Remember.....
I still rekindle....
Those sunshine days...
Those kite flying golden afternoons holding my loosing pants by one hand......
That floating in the river catching the tails of our mammals...
That coming back home after a hour long dip,
in the river with reddish eyes and swollen fingertips...
That playing with sand on its bank till it becomes dark.....
That waste-paper made football game on holidays....
That my lil red favourite shirt of the first school days....
That dark corner of the stable which once made me feel my own hiding place...
That first experience of smoking puffing in a straw...
That chanting tune of RAMAYANA at 9....
That backache after watching my first movie in hall sitting in the first row...
That rainy days with fishing net on shoulder fo catching fish....
Now I wish to have a Time Machine....
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