Visit To The House

A place where I was born and bought up almost till 8 years. Where I took my first step, where I first smiled, where I first saw my parents and smiled at them.

The house where I left my childhood, where I left my happiness which was founded while playing games, reading, and fighting.

Making a visit to the house of happiness which I call the house is the most exciting place and part of my life without which I am incomplete. Seeing those friends again with much more happiness and much more matured mind and talking all day about childhood spending the same days with games, reading books and fighting but at last hugging.

Nothing in the place has changed. Not even a single person and their behavior but we lost our childhood and gained maturity in the house.

Visiting a place where I spent my whole childhood which is the most memorable part of my life was great fun. Meeting not only my friends and neighbors but meeting new people, interacting with them, learning new things just like in childhood made me remember those days where we use to run to answer the questions just to learn new things.

These days seeing most of the children's wasting their childhood on social media and other nonproductive and unimportant things make me remind of my childhood where we all use to play for being fit, learn new things every day and have the next day schedule ready.

After so long time visiting my home of happiness was not less than an adventure as remembering me was a little bit difficult for everyone.

That home still has my smile, my cry, my act, my foolishness, my mistakes, my blunders, and my whole heart. Always smiling, jumping from stairs, changing channels, exchanging remotes was part of my routine which had its own punishment of making my childhood more memorable.

The visit reminded me of the self-version of childhood.