I remember the day,
when I first went to school,
crying, stumbling and not letting
mummy to go.
I remember those days,
when I spend my vacations in my village,
especially summer ones,
plucking mango,climbing the tree
for berries,
enjoying every moment with my cousins.
I remember those nights,
when I suffered from fever,
and how ma & baba used to take care,
comforting with so much love.
I remember the last day of my school,
the best part of one's life,
unforgettable friends,
blessings of teachers,
that classroom, that playground,
those celebrations at school,
missing everything so much.
I still remember that every person,
encouraging & guiding with healing touch.
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