The same sun shines , the same birds chirp
yet the world not same
the same innocence of child , the same sky
yet moments of agaony and despair
How good was the time when i rided with my dad.....ater schools running to go to fields
always jumping over the trailors .....climbing trees to get mangoes amruds.............
The incident when i fall down the bike and gruised all my hands and legs...the incident when we used to sit all night long with Grandfather............the incident of listening to the ryhmes and stories from grandmother.........A thick nostalgia is coming across my mind.............
Everything is same the time has changed sometimes good and sometimes bad..............
The same sun shines......
Yet the world's not same.......
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