Monthly Archives: September 2011



Stored in the deepest shelf of my heart, memories of my childhood are the treasures that I have been walking around with way too long. Today, when I pulled out the treasure I was struck by the liveliness of my memories, a sense of my childhood. I am not a seasoned writer and may not be able to do justice to those gems. But I am cutting and pasting the memories of my life like an amateur artist trying to work on a collage.

Freedom, innocence, play, fights, competitions, losing and winning, make- belief battles, we had everything in our childhood. What a golden period it was. There was a novelty and ingenuity in our games.

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