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My village: Playing with the dust, breathing the f

My village: Playing with the dust, breathing the fresh air, swimming in the river, I became an Adonis from a child. Plucking flowers from marigold to pelting the mango of mango tree, I matured to the immatureness of life. The village gave its every essence for my happiness. Traditions and customs that it made compulsory united inhabitants irrespective of caste and religion. Ploughing the field with cattle, milking the cow, playing with the calf, drinking water from the pots were the jobs I used to accomplish with ease. No tension, was the given mantra. In the night, mother village used to send breeze to cuddle me while asleep on the bank of river was the richest gift of my life #village
My village: Playing with the dust, breathing the fresh air, swimming in the river, I became an Adonis from a child. Plucking flowers from marigold to pelting the mango of mango tree, I matured to the immatureness of life. The village gave its every essence for my happiness. Traditions and customs that it made compulsory united inhabitants irrespective of caste and religion. Ploughing the field with cattle, milking the cow, playing with the calf, drinking water from the pots were the jobs I used to accomplish with ease. No tension, was the given mantra. In the night, mother village used to send breeze to cuddle me while asleep on the bank of river was the richest gift of my life #village
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Sushil Kumar Gochhayat

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