Memories - Never fade away
Sometimes when I am alone I become nostalgic with all my life dancing in front of my eyes. I think of my childhood days. The time when I loved to play with my friends till it was dark and my parents get tired of calling me. The day I became friendly with my neighbor's dog Guddu. Before that I was scared of dogs. Till now I remember the day Dugloo(neighbor) brought their new dog to play with us. I got scared and started running. And I turn back and my heart is in my mouth as I see her releasing the chain and he started running behind me. Luckily door of our home was open so I got in but forgot to lock so he came in too and started jumping around the chair I climbed on to. That was our intro. Then gradually I played with him and gave him walks. I never had a pet but with him I felt he was my pet too. Then those were days when I used to come back from school. I liked the solitude I got in my school bus after most of the students got down. My stoppage was almost at last. I loved looking out from my window at the passing scenes. There there would be days when it rained cats and dogs. And Oh my God!! I forgot to bring my raincoat/umbrella with me. I would be praying that someone from my family would be there(mostly mom). And when I get down she would be standing there partly drenched(umbrella can't survive the rain). That would be the most relaxing sight and I would thank God that she was present. And I no longer take stress for the rain, and happily walk home with her thinking about the hot pakodas I will have once back. This feeling still is with me as I feel once my parents are with me I stop caring about petty things and look forward to stuff which will make all happy. I can never forget the times when we got sick and my father would be awake all night to make sure we are all right. Then the days with my sister. The study time was gossip time for us. Every day evening we used to sit together to study but once parents are out of the scene we used to chat. She told gossips going around her class and sometimes we just day dream. Imagining some thing and building a story around it. It was fun to do. Else my most fav part was books... yes books.. but story books.. what you thought I will be excited about reading my regular books... no way. She is 5 years 
older so when I was younger she used to get all sort of kid novels from library which we were not allowed. And I used to read them like crazy and enjoy imagining the story. From then I got the habit of reading books. And as my parents love literature we subscribed to some magazines in a monthly basis. And I used to read those too.That inspired me to write a short story(drama) of my own when I was in class 7. But I think its lost by now. But the love to write was deep inside and I regularly wrote my daily. And after many days I thought to start writing. May it be anything, any place I have seen, my memories, experiences anything I want to keep a note of. Blogging is just like writing my dairy but its open for all to know about me and my life. With this note I will end this entry with a quote "Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. ~Oscar Wilde"
Sometimes when I am alone I become nostalgic with all my life dancing in front of my eyes. I think of my childhood days. The time when I loved to play with my friends till it was dark and my parents get tired of calling me. The day I became friendly with my neighbor's dog Guddu. Before that I was scared of dogs. Till now I remember the day Dugloo(neighbor) brought their new dog to play with us. I got scared and started running. And I turn back and my heart is in my mouth as I see her releasing the chain and he started running behind me. Luckily door of our home was open so I got in but forgot to lock so he came in too and started jumping around the chair I climbed on to. That was our intro. Then gradually I played with him and gave him walks. I never had a pet but with him I felt he was my pet too. Then those were days when I used to come back from school. I liked the solitude I got in my school bus after most of the students got down. My stoppage was almost at last. I loved looking out from my window at the passing scenes. There there would be days when it rained cats and dogs. And Oh my God!! I forgot to bring my raincoat/umbrella with me. I would be praying that someone from my family would be there(mostly mom). And when I get down she would be standing there partly drenched(umbrella can't survive the rain). That would be the most relaxing sight and I would thank God that she was present. And I no longer take stress for the rain, and happily walk home with her thinking about the hot pakodas I will have once back. This feeling still is with me as I feel once my parents are with me I stop caring about petty things and look forward to stuff which will make all happy. I can never forget the times when we got sick and my father would be awake all night to make sure we are all right. Then the days with my sister. The study time was gossip time for us. Every day evening we used to sit together to study but once parents are out of the scene we used to chat. She told gossips going around her class and sometimes we just day dream. Imagining some thing and building a story around it. It was fun to do. Else my most fav part was books... yes books.. but story books.. what you thought I will be excited about reading my regular books... no way. She is 5 years 
older so when I was younger she used to get all sort of kid novels from library which we were not allowed. And I used to read them like crazy and enjoy imagining the story. From then I got the habit of reading books. And as my parents love literature we subscribed to some magazines in a monthly basis. And I used to read those too.That inspired me to write a short story(drama) of my own when I was in class 7. But I think its lost by now. But the love to write was deep inside and I regularly wrote my daily. And after many days I thought to start writing. May it be anything, any place I have seen, my memories, experiences anything I want to keep a note of. Blogging is just like writing my dairy but its open for all to know about me and my life. With this note I will end this entry with a quote "Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. ~Oscar Wilde"
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