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 oscillation thrash. over like wave, or rings like fade echo of past bell in the 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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