Hung up my conversation with my neighbour aunty in bengal and came to know that the govt quarter that we were allotted to is now being given to someone else, a system is system my father dont work for the company as he is retired so now we cant live in that quarter anymore. its not very long only 3.5 years back i came here from the same quarter. that is strange but suddenly i am filled with the memory of that house . the room which i used to own and proudly say as mine, where i prepared for most important exams of my life.the balcony where i sat and thought so much about everything and anything on the earth , made plans for my future or just mourn for something went wrong, waited to see the glimpse of my crush . that terrace on which i used to play and planted many plants given names to each and talk to them, enjoyed watching rain and even tried to protect my fragile plants from the harshnes of kalbaishakhi ,but nature is more powerful than us so i lost the first flower of my sunflower plant.the same terrace on which i lit diyas on diwali and watch the beutifull view of our small town.I feel an urge to go to my room and feel it all over again, but i cant , as it belong to someone else now ,neverthless i know that house is very important part of me, it has given me courage, love, and protection for as long as 10 imortant years of my life, and it will continue to be important for the rest of my life till i survive.
i would be better if, instead of thousand words, there was only one a word that brought peace i would be better if, instead of thousand poems, there was only one, a poem that revealed true beuty i would be better if, instead of thousand songs there was only one, asong that spread happiness.
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