This is not a work of fiction, but it seems so, even to me who is the one who has experienced it all. My memory of all that is being written here seems to have happened in some other life time, but all of it happened when I was 4 or 5 years old, but still the pictures are so vivid and so real in my mind like I am watching a techni colour HD movie or as if I am still there when I am writing it all down. I say it is not fiction because of the tremendous nature’s bounty and beauty and companionship that I experienced at that time seems so unreal even to me. Let me start with the morning, yes, so the morning started with me the 5 year old running from bed straight to the verandah and sitting on the steps of the verandah (of my house which was in a small town of Kerala), the steps leading to the courtyard, it looking all clean with fresh marks of broom which looked like half circles made over and over again on the brown earth. Sitting on the steps I l...
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