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title: "Old Memories – Fresh Pen | Series 4"
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date: 2017-10-13
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# Old Memories – Fresh Pen | Series 4

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Remembering old memories is coming out to be fun. It is a mixed bag of emotions. Many thoughts make you feel silly and the others sorry. **Today, my pen wants to scribble the time when I was alone; the only child of my parents.** I must have been 6 years old or rather smaller.

# From the core

I was still at my old home, Darya Ganj. I loved riding bicycle early in the morning. **I guess since childhood I had been loving the morning freshness.** I even remember going to the nearby Mother dairy and getting a litre milk by tokens; something I had recently learned at that time.

I loved my skating classes in the morning and karate classes in the evening held at Hindi Park. **I was shy and talked to fewer people. And I enjoyed my own company.**

Once I went to the temple with my father and everyone was staring at him weirdly. Back home, he looked into the mirror and saw a ladies bindi on his forehead. I must have stuck that bindi onto his forehead and forgotten. And we all laughed till our bones started to ache.** Though, I was not at all a naughty girl.**

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# Lessons learned later in life

- **Life was much simpler in those days. Being alone also, I never felt bored**. And no gadgets at that time. Only television where movies and cartoons had a specific time.
- Today, I am not comfortable to send my daughter alone to the market. Maybe, that makes an over possessed mother. But I am helpless at this point.
- **I wonder did those days have 48 hours in a day?** I used to do so much and still had time to relax. But now, if I take my children to some activity class, they miss on their sleep and are left with less time to play. Maybe, I am a lazy mother as taking them around to classes tires me too.
- Presently, when we have so many options around to keep us busy, we still feel bored. We feel alone or distressed in life.
- Simply because **earlier our ambitions were small and hence the dreams to achieve them too**. But here, in those 24 hours only we want to achieve all. **Everyone wants to be a superhuman leaving behind the other ones.**

***Memories are old but the pen is fresh***

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