Childhood Memory1 min 237 1 min 237
Today I am going to tell you a story, which is the story of my childhood. I was in 1st class at that time.
One day, I was returning from school with my Mom, then suddenly the wind began to blow. And because I was with my Mom, I closed my eyes, hold my Mom's finger, and started walking with her. I told my Mom about what I did at school the whole day. I also told my Mom about my Mamta ma'am, that she is very nice and polite, she never beats us.
And the great thing is that she is also left-handed just like me.
After sometime wind stopped, and I was amazed to see that I was holding my teacher's (Mamta ma'am) hand instead of my Mom. I remembered that on the way, Mom met with an aunt, and I left her hand for a while. My teacher's house was in our street, so was just behind us. Because my eyes were closed, so I didn't realize whose hand I held. She stopped my Mom from telling me about her and started walking with me.
After reaching home, I started laughing at that thought...