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The Almirah of Memories


The Almirah of Memories 

After a long time, I am standing in front of  the almirah of memories wide open. Perhaps, I'm in search of something. Oh! Yes. Here it is; the old book of nostalgia, coated with dust. There's a glimpse of smile on my lips, but my eyes are filled with numerous drops of memories, maybe because this nostalgic dust have got into my eyes. Ah! Never mind. C'mon let's flip through the pages together. 
First page........
I could see some little kids running around a big courtyard, creating a noise, the one which kids usually make while playing :) here comes; the ice cream seller yelling in his sweet voice well but only for the kids not for parents :) "Get some Ice cream on this hot summer day. When the sun is shining bright" (ice cream waala.. kulfi waala..). To get ice cream, you need money. Right? So get it from the treasures of Granny (dadi). πŸ˜€ "Here you go. But make sure to finish it before your mom's sight falls on it. Want to get beated with danda and chappal and jhadu. How could I forget that? No nah! Then eat it as fast as you can" said dadi giving us the money and instructions. πŸ˜‚ "When you're done with it. Go complete your holiday homework" Said dadi going back into her room. Oh mann! We got loads and loads of homework at that time. As we weren't technical kids, like today's kids, just get a device and gather the screen shots. In just a click. πŸ˜† Kids these days; just got lost in the world of gadgets. Well I feel bad for them too. Just to give them too much of comfort we've actually made them gadgets' slave. 
Getting back into memories... isn't it like Alice in Wonderland? πŸ˜„
Evening game were pre planned you know. What to play today; Hide 'n' seek, peeto, seven stones, hopscotch. How could I ever forget that game stopper; Oonch neech ka paapda. πŸ˜‚
The legend of all time: 'Chocolates' we too were big fan of them like the Z gen's kids. You know those are irresistible. Dairy milk my fav! But the candies have got lost in the new era. The wheat candy. Ah! what a delicacy it was! The sour ones coming the way; tamarind candy wrapped in colourful wrappers, lemon juice candy. 
The Z gen's kids are gonna be like: "What? Did you eat such things. We never heard of that!" 
"Hahaha... yup!" 
A lot more is there to explore in this book. Would come back soon. :))  

Comments

  1. Ma Sha Allah, amazing!
    It made a gen Z kid hooked till the end, every line was so engrossing. Just loved it!! You are the best author ever! ✨✨

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  2. I'm from Z gen but still loved it! I wish I could experience all that. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ˜Ί

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  3. Such a beautiful blog!
    My heart went back to those good old days. As if, it was all before my eyes.

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    1. I'm glad I could make you experience that! 🌠

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  4. I simply asked you to write longer blogs and you implemented it soo fast. I am just imagining how obedient child you must have been to your parents snd teachers. In my 25 years of being middle school teacher I never found such a student. God bless you always my child.

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    1. Thanks a lot. I cannot express my delight! I've no words for your blessings!

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  5. aha tou aakhir kaar aapne meri khwahish puri kar hi dii waise mujhe tou maloom hi tha bahut hi khoobsoorti se likhi gayi yeh kahani mera dil chhoo gyi

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    1. Aapko pasand aayi iske liye bht bht shukriya

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  6. We weren't beaten up with that mentioned above instead we were punished by not getting dinner or chocolates. Somethings are a bit different but it has never been that you disappoint us so it's really nostalgic. Loved it πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

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    1. Oh! Your punishments sound too nice TBHπŸ˜‚
      Well, I'm happy to hear that you liked it.

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  7. Salam alaikum appi
    i m mysha (bangla love πŸ‡§πŸ‡©) sister appi she is not well 😷 so she not read ur blog appi pls pray for her
    i m ur big fan appi this was very nice
    my name is mahira

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    1. Walekum assalam
      May Allah give her sehat e kamila. She will get well soon In Sha Allah.
      Allah u shafi - Allah u kaafi.

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    2. Salam alaikum appi
      I m fine now thanks appi for ur prayer ❤️ i got inner ear infection but okay now

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    3. Ma Sha Allah. May Allah SWT always shower upon you his blessings and keep you and your family safe and healthy.

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  8. Ma Sha Allah
    I felt like I am in present but my heart went back to those golden days. I literary felt that yes! I am flipping through the pages of that book of nostalgia. Nothing could be better than this

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  9. *my dad*
    "beta humare zamane me humm..."
    *i be like*
    papa east or west z gen is the best
    *after reading your blog*
    *le me*
    papa kya zamana tha aapka z gen to kuchh bhi nhi old is gold
    πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€£
    Wahi saari cheezein hain jo humare papa humein sunate hain but itne interesting tareeke se btaya hai appne apne blog me ke i m in love it

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    1. Got here rndmly by a yt vid nd now a fan πŸ’œ

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    2. @memer Thanks little Z gen Star ⭐

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  10. I renewed my reader's list subscription just to read your blog ♡

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    1. You made me emotional. Thanks for the honour.

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