well after a lo ng time i am back
well spent a small vacation
where.......... well the place which used to be mine since my chidhood my youth ,now is a place to spend some quality time
yes u guessed it correct'' maika''
well my old native place where i have spent my childood days those days, which has left an indelible mark in my life

my youth my indulgent youth ,nothing has changed ,back on those memory lane everything remains the same ...the same

house ,the familiar lanes ,the sweet shop at my house corner ,and the bhel puri wala bahiya ,his same old pattern of

making behl puri ,the sweet shp smelling the same old scent of those sweets,returning from school the only

attraction was to come down that lane and have all the bank balance counted to have those bhel puri and sweets.Those

pleasures were so pure ,so naive, so innocent yet so soulfullfilling,nothing compares to those pure childhood days

The scent of the place is so familiar,the air i breathe so known ,it kept me unfolding those old days when life was

full of unknown questions of future,now when life has taken its own course yrs have passed ,i feelthose attachment

those bonding with the place remains the same ,the place remains the same ,the river flows in its usual course,the

shops stands at the place which they used to be ,the market place is still the same with the usual holdrums,only

those yrs have made those men look older ,my intensity of visting those place have lessened

and so life moves with its usual pace .so do we but those old things stike a chord somewhere and so i run to them

again and again to find mY missing link i feel contended  to see those small same thing again and again it makes me

relive my yrs bygone ..