Recently a class seventh boy ran away from school with a note kept behind .
This incident reminded me of my childhood .thou it haunts but memories are memories .I was accompanied with two best friends ,we three went to same school in same bus.
The bus use to come at stop,what we use to do was we hide at a plot where there was lot of shrubs and grass.the driver would horn thrice and leave and then we three friends after an hour sitting in that haunted plot with grass and mud underneath, come out and with our bags on our shoulders roam here and there. The whole day ,weather a garden or in front of girls school.One day while we were standing in front of St Marrys a girls school ,a peon from our school by chance saw us and recognised us by our dress, He took us to principal and we got a nice scolding and were told to bring parents the next day .
Another incident was also of the same period when i use to be in class 3rd .i resided at udaipur with my bhua and fufosa ,every saturday my bhua's husband that is my fufosa helped me in taking bath he used some tools like a stone,a dead veg which was kept in sun and was like a scrubber and ,here u should know i am and was born with dark complexion .I suppose he wanted that i should look fair which was his dream never came true.
those were very good days ..........
infact.. as Bryan Adams say those were the best days of my life.
