The chandeliers and the beautiful interiors made me nostalgic the small water body that kept the house cool added to the beauty of the house- of course, it was all dried up now. There was a sloping roof which matched with the greenery around the large central open courtyard reminded me of the activities that might have taken place there which felt lively even now when it is completely deserted. I explored the house only to fall more in love with it. May be because, things turn out to be beautiful only when we put our love into it- just like the delicacies prepared by mom which taste more delicious with her love. I don’t know why I felt that it was done lovingly. Yeah, it was indeed a piece of art with every nook and corner touched artistically and lovingly. I fell in love with that amazing part of art. I happened to stop upon seeing something. Fascinated by the greenery, I marched towards it only to end up deeper and deeper into the greenery. I was walking miles on the endless road, totally isolated but flanked with beautiful trees on the either side. One night, when I was deep in sleep, I got this particular dream. I used to ask innumerable questions to my dad but he never grew tired of answering them. It always made me curious to know the things that the book had taught me. When I used to hold my pappa’s hand and go for a walk, I used to observe the surroundings. How could they so easily sacrifice their house built with so much effort? When the bird learns to fly, the whole family flies off to a different place leaving behind the beautiful nest for other birds to grow their family in it.

It described a male bird which takes a lot of pain to build a nest and the female bird takes shelter in it and nourishes the baby.

From then on, that has become an integral part of my life. In one particular book, I read a story of a bird. As I sit here, silently thinking about my growth, enduring the changes, I wonder over some questions which don’t have an answer but it’s because of such unanswerable situations that life has become a roller coaster ride.Īs a kid, I used to read a lot of story books. What happens in the course that makes us responsible now? It’s the seeds that we sow in the beginning which grows and becomes a huge tree. It’s amazing how we grow from careless kids to responsible teens. Short Story of Childhood Memory – STORY OF MY LIFE

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