My life is really going and moving well (no tension of studies or any tension of bandi (girl) and all, etc.). It’s fun to be me around you.
It was a really moving-on finally till a storm enters into my life. The storm is that my family has to change the house. You people must be thinking that changing the house is not a big deal, but for a guy/child of 2 years, leaving a familiar place, funny and enjoyable environment and moving into a new atmosphere, to an unfamiliar place is a big storm. But at that time I cannot do anything na (ab chota bacha kar bhi kya sakta hai), so I had to change the house.
For many months I am not able to adjust there, I keep on shouting, “wapas apne ghar chalo, and yahaan acha nahi hai”… (Mujhe wo purana wala ghar hi apna ghar lagta tha).
Even many a times I had shouted and wept in dreams too.
But nothing can be done, I had to adjust there. Slowly-slowly I used to be familiar with that place.
I had already been used to that place, again enjoying my birth/my life in this world.
