Sitting by my window side in my room, I observed cold breezes blowing,same as the little hope of cool waterdrops in a harsh day .
The wind blowing through my window is softly touching my cheeks and blessing my reddish-black hair with it's delicate touch,
These activities of the wind is taking me to my childhood days ,when we children used to sit under the mango tree with a hope of enjoying the unripen mangoes with chilly powder &salt .
Not only at those days but still now the unripen mangoes has that magical power of filling my mouth with water.
Though I can get the mangoes now, but the days ,the enjoyment,that weirdness ,that naughtyness and that childish thoughts and behaviour of our's have now gone "as the lost ship in the sea".
I heartily miss those days when thiefing unripen mangoes were a great achievement to me and my teammates,
But now things have horribly changed!
Some of my friends are now newly married and some are busy in their daily scheduled life , some got separated due to family rivals and some have now changed their tribal.
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The flashbacks of mine childhood
Short StoryHere I've shared my own memories of childhood through some lines 💫
