how are you all Hope you are safe and well wherever you are. Alhamdulillah I am also very well. But physically a little sick. In fact, health is a great blessing. It cannot be understood if one is not sick. So sometimes a little sick but not bad. But please pray for me. May I get well soon.
Friends, I am here again today to share some memories of my lost childhood. In fact, childhood is so intertwined with our lives that we cannot forget that childhood even if we want to. Can't push childhood away. Childhood often teases us. Thousands of memories flashed before the eyes. And we are still alive clinging to that childhood.
It's been a few days that the illness is not leaving behind. Today this is tomorrow that. One after another. And how the body is becoming dull. I couldn't sleep last night. I was suffering from fever. The whole bed was getting hot. Of course, now the fever is 100 degrees. At such times, it is very reminiscent of that childhood. It seems that what parents did when they were sick in childhood. How restless was their time. They were anxious for the child's well-being.
Even today, I remember that when I was sick, my father used to bring different kinds of food. Sweets, chamcham, batasa, curd, what more? Sometimes I pretended to be a little sick because of the desire to eat such foods. So that father brings interesting food. If I didn't feel like studying, I would pretend to have a fever. So that they can not sit for studies. Sometimes I would put a garlic under the armpit to keep the body warm. And seeing the hot body, the mother would become nervous. Give water to the head quickly. How much more to wipe the body. But the sad thing is that if one day the garlic fell, and parents saw it, then it would be news. The stick was no longer steady
When he had a fever in his childhood, his father took him by the hand to the doctor. He was a homeo doctor. Father had a very dharam muharram with uncle. When he went to his uncle's chamber, he would first take a drop of medicine in his mouth and give it a pat on the stomach with his fingers. And say what news? What does the fever barrier do? Then the uncle would give some medicine for fever. And I used to take the small white bottles in two or three hands.
Childhood fever was a night of lamentation for the child in the mother's eyes. I still remember getting chicken pox once. Alas the forehead was covered with neem leaves along the four edges of the bed. The house was full of rasgolla. We had to eat more rasgolla. Because they run away if they eat Rasgolla. Hee hee hee So I thought I could eat again and again. Alas childhood. And if it's big, no one even notices.
Honestly, such childhood memories cannot be forgotten in exchange for anything. These memories remain deep in the mortal heart. Do you too? I was waiting to know.
