Childhood Laughter
Being born and brought up in Himachal was indeed a blessing, once as a native you move out to cities you realise how magical it was to be born in the mountains. I remember playing in the back-forests as a kid, a stream flowing,the birds chirping,the dog running around and us kids playing with the mud. We’d go to the forests with our grandfather for picnic. Childhood memories bring a tear of joy. The forests used to echo with laughter. Now I live in prolonged sadness. To be a grown up is difficult but to have a magical childhood in the mountains was indeed a blessing.
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