Sitting in the room after a short trip from chandigarh to delhi, I was just thinking about the way of utilizing the knowledge that I gained in my induction programme and suddenly I got slept. After few hours when I woke up, there was no one. Being a hot weather I thought that all members have gone on the roof, I followed them. While climbing up on the stairs suddenly a kite just strike on my head and I look up, there was standing my little 4 year old cousin who doesnt even know how to pronounce kite correctly but still enjoying it while watching so many flying kites in the sky on independence day.... All this incidence in a span of few minutes had just made me recall some of, my best memories from my childhood, which perhaps I think have been buried somewhere in my heart in the race of cruel world where everyone is trying to get ahead of others...
just ten years ago when we were in our thirteenth there used to be huge excitement among children days before the independence day.. At school students with their teachers used to prepare no. of cultural programs depicting age old culture and the story of freedom fighters... Early in the morning children of all schools with national flag in hand could be seen marching to a common playground and shouting freedom slogans; the event known as PRABHAT FERI. After that sweets distributed among children.. Then after returning to home with kite in one hand and CHARKHI in another one children rush to fly colorful kites high above in the sky and just get forget all other things in the zeal..
Don't know where all that cute lovely way of enjoying childhood has lost but that should surely be searched by removing the dust of time which has covered them somewhere deep in the heart.
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