The mud and brick house reflected the sunlight rays. The reflection was so warm I could have stayed there without moving forever if only someone ensured I wouldn’t miss out on the bigger fun. I often hung out with my brother’s friends as I didn’t have any of my own. Rabindra a common friend in my brother’s gang of boys was nice, he didn’t mind playing with me despite the fact that I was a girl. This particular memory of him and I playing together is so sketchy sometimes I worry if I have conjured it up in my own little head. Then I think out loud, why I would imagine something that didn’t happen? It is not like I was hopelessly in love with him or ever yearned to play with him. I remember this thirty second frame so well that today I decided I should type it finally. One day I believe it was after lunch all my brothers friends were playing in our neighborhood. I was there I remember vividly. Suddenly, someone mentioned Rabindra had a collection of stamps and that he would sha
Being a mother of a eight yo girl is exhausting but fun sometimes. Currently I am in love with color grey, bread and my cheeky monkey. It changes often. I am passionate about education and I am working towards my goal to establish a school in my hometown.