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.Chapter-8. Echoes of Childhood

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Ishq karna toh lagta hai, 
jaise,
maut se bhi badi ek
Saza hai,
kya kisi se shikayat
kare hum,
Jab apni taqdir he,
Bewafa hai.

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Author's pov: 

Anshika's father, with a twinkle in his eye, regaled the gathering with anecdotes from Anshika's early years, painting a picture of a spirited and adventurous child. "I'll never forget the time Anshika decided to give herself a 'makeover' with my wife's makeup kit," he chuckled, his voice tinged with fondness. "She emerged from the bathroom looking like a miniature clown, with lipstick smeared across her cheeks and eyeshadow applied with all the finesse of a Picasso painting!"

Anshika, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, attempted to interject with a protest, but her family's laughter drowned out her protests as they continued to recount tales of her childhood antics.

Anshika ended up saying "Dad don't... you always tell this thing to everyone" and making a cute pout.

Ashwin smiled and laughed on this. Whereas viyaan teased him saying "Ohooo Bhaiya, enjoying this moment ehh? I saw you laughing like this after a long long phase Nice Nice". Whereas Ashwin glared at him and punched him on his stomach making him feel a little pain. "That's nothing" Ashwin said.

Not to be outdone, Ashwin's family eagerly joined in the storytelling, sharing their own amusing anecdotes from Ashwin's formative years. "Oh, Ashwin was quite the little troublemaker himself," his mother confessed with a grin. "I remember the time he decided to play 'hide and seek' in the grocery store and ended up getting lost in the aisles for hours!"

Ashwin, unable to suppress a sheepish smile, nodded in reluctant agreement, his childhood escapades now a source of amusement rather than embarrassment.

As the conversation shifted to more recent memories, both families shared tales of the humorous moments and shared experiences that had brought them closer together. Viyaan, ever the prankster, recounted a particularly memorable practical joke that had left the entire family in stitches, while Noha regaled the gathering with tales of their misadventures during a family vacation gone awry.

Noha's mother (ofc ashwin's and Viyaan's too) , with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, shared a particularly amusing anecdote from Noha's childhood. "I still remember the time Noha decided to play dress-up with my makeup kit?" she asked, her voice filled with fond reminiscence. "Let's just say she emerged from her room looking more like a clown than a fashionista! just like Anshika as you just said"

Noha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she attempted to protest, but her family's laughter drowned out her protests, their shared memories serving as a source of amusement rather than shame.

Anshika's grandmother, eager to join in the storytelling, shared a tale from Anshika's school days that still brought a smile to her face. "I remember when Anshika decided to perform a dance routine at the school talent show," she recalled, her voice tinged with affection. "She was so determined to impress her classmates, but she forgot the steps halfway through and ended up improvising the rest of the routine!"

Anshika's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the memory, but her family's laughter served to lighten the embarrassment, transforming it into a shared moment of humor and camaraderie.

Ashwin's grandfather, with a twinkle in his eye, shared a story from Ashwin's childhood that had left the entire family in stitches. "I'll never forget the time Ashwin decided to play 'doctor' with the family pet," he chuckled, his voice filled with amusement. "Let's just say it made for quite the unexpected trip to the vet!"