January is the opening month of the New year . From school life I remember it as eventful, colorful, starting point.
Childhood was spent in cold winter of Bihar but full of fun ,festival and laughter ; shorter day longer night , basking under warmth of cotton quilt with siblings like cattle, eating fresh favorite vegetables; celebrating Netaji's B'day Republic Day , picnic , circus and Saraswati Puja 'pithe parob',.. no end of joys. Still now all these days in calendar is a reminder,..a vibration like seismic wave , rings like fade echo of past bell in ear.
Color and glamour of all these National days have lost significance to our children in this foreign land .But why should I lament over the past ? Let me basking on ,' let it be ......
Let Time pat softly, calmly,'let it be , let it be '......
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