when I was a child ..seems life was sweet and people were innocence...all my concern was limit to play and spend time in small garden in my grandparents house ....people around me all were familiar with each other...I was able to understand and feel comfortable all people, who touched my hair and hold my hands ...garnd parents , father , mother ,cousins ,uncle ....were member of my small world ....my playground was middle of a garden that we used to sit around ...use the fruit of tress and sit under the shadow of tree in summer season....my hand was familiar with every single tree ,planet in that garden ... I was the one who alway told hi to garden and hug tries as my dearest ....grand father's rough hand touched my hair and with simplest and beautiful smile showed me the new plants in garden and I gave them name....his smile with so many line in his face was sweet ...
my grand mother care for me to eat and study ...however she never seen my face ...
but she always called me as beautiful girl....she never seen my face but it seems she was the only one was able to see heart ....to see future ...father with all special love was the pillar for my life ...center of power ...whom can do every thing ....They gave me too much care and love that made me different from that time..and time passed ...one day grand father left this world ...I thought will stop my grand mother but she passed a way when I was hugging her and combing her hair with my hand then my father ...when he still had dream to see me in university.. he was not the last dearest that i lost ....then childhood got over with so much sorrow...I am in adult hood ...now the childhood Garden is no more it became part of high way and no place to see any familiar face ....adulthood came too early to me ...they have forgotten to teach me how should I manage this world ...they just thought me to be a happy child ....do they didn't know about the cruel life that I should challenge? Now I miss all lovely time...I miss my dad hug...my grand parents smile ...I
just want my small childhood garden ...that spent my happiest part of life there .
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