Memories of my childhood

Days were gone but it is too difficult to blow over the memories. Sometimes I involve myself into a deep thinking and bring out the actual meaning of living.  I am thinking about The distinction between my childhood days and present days. Everyone has their unique pleasure of childhood living. I had also those days of living that has become my best intimidation of memories. Those days are awesome while I took permission of my school teacher for few days for going to my grandfather's house which situated in a far away village in Bankura district. The village is besides a jungle. I used to enter into it with my mates. A river named Darkeswar is flowing besides our village. When I go to my village, I always try to remember those days when me and my friends went to the river and try to catch fishes with the help of curtain, and ridiculously we were unable to catch them as they are so sleepy. The most memorable things are the circumstances of this village, the fresh air, no noise of cars, no pollution, its people, the sound of cock in the morning, the song of singing disciples in the dawn. As we we are brahmin, my grandfather used to worshipping God and goddesses and his disciples came to pray god everyday and they sung songs for couple of hours. The most amazing situation would happened in the dawn when I slept and they sung very beautiful songs that was passed through my ears and I got more sleep that gave me more pleasure that it couldn't be erased. 

To be continued.... 

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