I grew up in a village and attended school there until I went to city for graduation. My grandmother and I used to go visit my aunt, who was married in another nearby village .
We were on our way to our village at every opportunity after moving to the city center as someone who had lived in a village for a time. The joy of being able to see the final relics of the past in our community, which has a structure intermingled with many shades of green, is priceless. Some photos come to life at this moment, and I think it's important to capture them.
First and foremost, my childhood recollections are dominated by the energy of loving and being loved by the old with exceptional care. Doing something with them at home, in the workshop, on the street, in the temple, in the garden, at the feast, at the funeral, in short, what they do as passive buyers at various times during their lives.
Accounting thoughts on surrogates at funerals, the flow in the mawlids, and our holiday routines The mischief we made in the meantime, our respect for the elders, tempered by apprehension, our love for the ball in the schoolyard, the birthplace of football, the fractures caused by a lack of financial resources, the burdens of staying in a car on the outskirts without being either a city or a villager
My childhood is the foundation of forgetting the presence of side streets, which are defined as "slums," while attempting to live in excellent environments consistent with our good manners. While the beauty of that green village passes into eternity, its physical structure is full with vertical and gray reflections of our spirit. Those lovely memories will go on in my heart forever.
When I was a kid, I broke a glass." "Nothing will happen, my son" my father remarked, "did something happen to you?" my mother appeared to become enraged. 'I love you,' he said as he took me in his arms. "Let the broken plate be a dish even if nothing happens to you," he said. "It doesn't matter, nothing should happen to you,"
When I was a kid, my sister and I were collecting candy for the holidays, and someone we didn't know gave us one rupee for the candy, and I bought a weather vane, and I'll never forget how pleased we were; I remember this every year and try to do it as much as I can.
During the holidays, the child who knocks on every door grins and departs cheerfully at our door. I felt special and appreciated, and I want every youngster to know and feel the same way.
For me, they were the most remarkable moments of my life. I was free to do whatever I wanted in pursuit of my curiosity and sense of discovery, but there was always someone waiting for me on the road if I needed help. Grandma, may he rest in peace. Rest in peace, my friend.
(All the texts and pictures by me)
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