My childhood days

Today morning as i was gazing at the tree full of yellow leaves getting ready to embrace the winter in USA, some memories of my childhood days took me to that small world where i spent almost sixteen years of my life. i was feeling terribly nostalgic. The memories of my school days, the memories of Mahalaya's morning, the memories of days of Durga Puja, the memories of the "Choto" Vs. "Boro" football match on the morning of 15th August, the memories of the march past of the school children at Jail Ground on the occasion of 26th January, the memories of Raas Mela, the memories of the fair at the Science Museum, the memories of our adda on the bank of Saheb Bandh, the memories of basking in the sun on the rooftop during winter, the memories of the Chayachobir asor in the big HMV radio in the afternoon and lots more flooded my calm soul. We were a big joint family with almost ten members. Life was so simple with almost no modern days electronic gadgets but still it was so full. Still i remember my role as the shopkeeper at my grand parent's small shop.