Due to my father's job I grew up in a beautiful cosmopolitan environment.I spent my childhood,my teenage in IIT Kharagpur.The campus life was beautiful.We grew up in the midst of nature.The greenary that enveloped the campus and our lives is something which I miss everyday now.It was a strange life........filled with so much laughter,love,friends,beauty and peace.......that today it becomes difficult sometimes to keep pace with the busy city where i'm staying for the last 14 yrs.
I remember the days when our gang of girls(8 members in all)used to cycle around the campus non-stop in the evening......or after our I.C.S.E exam how Munia,Shaon and me used to go for morning walks,and then sleep till 10 to compensate for getting up early.Those long session of "adda's",where everybody spoke together and nobody listened,where even the slightest thing would make us laugh our hearts out......is something which I know I won't get back anymore.
As we reached our teenage....and the years later.....we used to look forward to DURGA PUJA.The TECHNOLOGY CLUB's puja is still so fresh in my memory.The whole of campus would be there.It was the place for reunions.It still is I believe.The stalls that were given during the puja were our special attraction.We used to spend hours sitting in the stalls....chatting nonsense.Puja was also the time to fall in love for the first time.....and the second time.....and maybe the third time also.
Childhood and its memory is the most precious possession of my life.There was a time when I used to think how am I going to stay without my gang of girls.......but here I am surviving without then nearby.......with only the memories of the time spent together.I am very blessed to have a wonderful childhood and the best of friends in the world."THOSE WERE THE DAYS MY FRIEND,I THOUGHT WOULD NEVER END............",but I guess everything comes to an end as life also comes to an end......what remains is only the memory.
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Beautifully written.... makes each one of us walk down the memory lane..
Came across your blog.. loved your writings...
Just so wonderful expression....
I'm sharing a few line:
I walked on the path, on which I walk several years ago,
Where I smile, laugh and cry but now am that so.
Slowly I opened the door of my old class room,
Seeing myself fighting with my friends with old broken broom.
But now only memories are here with me and I am alone,
I wish those good days could come back but they are gone.
Suddenly I realize years ago my heaven was here,
I see myself talking and murmuring with my friends everywhere.
I remember all my friends, whom I met on every sunrise,
“I really miss you all”, I said with tears in my eyes.....
-Ravish, KVK-IIT Kgp
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