Pawan Kumar Jha Writer

It was fun. The childhood was fun. No! It seems freaking hilarious only when I recollect those gone moments on hindsight. The hilarity of the childhood is now a treasured memory; it will remain the prized possession for the rest of my life. There are so many of those stupid moments that my words fail to weave them into sentences. Ah! – I can’t narrate them all. 15 years back, it was Sunday! No it was Monday! Maybe Monday? Ok – let it be Sunday…the day when my cousin and me went down to the forest nearby our village. The forest, at that time, was too scary to convince our heart to enter into it. Actually, I was very fascinated with plantation and my patio lacked the guava tree, the plant which I thought would complement the beauty of my little garden consisting of many other plants. We were blindly superstitious! The cousin whispered to me that the forest graciously had many plants, included the one, which drove both of us to venture into the jungle. Both of us looked here and t