Sometime at night lying on bed I thought what a child I was and smile tug to my face. I have never thought to write on my childhood but right now it flickered to my mind to write about my childhood.

  What a beautiful time it was no worries about future, no responsibilities, don’t know about the pain the only pain was when my little sister snatch a doll from me or when babajani (father) don’t come with sweets in his hand when coming back from his work.  I am the first child of my parents and as parents love their first one more so it made me so mischievous. I was called “shehtan (little imp) “in whole community. At summer time when all were taking nap me and my friends come out in the streets and our work was just to ring the bell and run. I have done a lot of stealing in my childhood specially guava from the neighbor’s garden. It was so much fun to climb on the tree like monkey and steal them

Every day many of boys in the street used to play cricket and as I also want to play though I was a little one but I insist and as the result one of the team take me and announced the secret term “kachhi gogi ( a player who is considered as not playing) for me. It always makes me laugh to think about such things what a fool I was but these were the delightful days

 In those days some kids dream of becoming doctor, pilot, but I always want to be like my father to be a leader just like him I spend hours in practicing how to speech, how to speak to your people, how to be loved by the people I was the queen of my own kingdom of dreams but alas I know now being a girl I can’t fulfill my childhood dreams

There’s so many thing I want to write but books will finished but the memories will never end