Those were the days my friend
I received a message yesterday from someone whom i had known 28years back to the tune " 28years back i use to give you ride on my little bicycle in a place surrounded by mountains and covered by flowers everywhere. From my memories i can still visualise your little hands filled with mud but i just can't remember your face neither your voice. Its funny how we remember things in life !!" I was a bit surprised to receive this message since my memory doesn't go so far back in time. However it took me back to those lovely child hood days to the small town Jamalpur, in Bihar where I spent my initial growing years. If i look back it seems like a place tucked away in time. We were staying in an old Bungalow with tiled roof, with hills as the backdrop and a wonderful garden all around thanks to my mum. We also had a big playground right in front of our house. Our times were spent in the garden and around the place, playing with friends, cycling, sometimes climbing up the tree...