There are many things that randomly crosses my mind when I give sometime to think about the things that are close to my heart. Obviously for me, childhood days are always special, that I need to keep it in my side. It's a world where there is nothing serious to think about, other than the harrowing exams that comes in between. Every tiny get together is celebration for children like me, irrespective of the brain teasing matters of elders behind that. Among them my grandma's home owns a special place, where I can pick many scattered pebbles of my life. May be just not for me, but for many generations there have some hidden treasures of life. Every small thing there can have several stories of generations to tell as they are the silent witness of the marvelous miracle - The time. It simply goes without listening to the players in it's platform. But the players nurture drastically in the cradle of this passing fantasy. Now I can feel some sort of heaviness in my heart - as that's the sign of being human in this turbulent world.
"There are several scripts inside every heart, that didn't yet find a canvas to get colored. Many of them are masterpiece but silently wipes out in the wave of time"
Lekhna!!!
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