As a child we always wanted to grow up, but now we realize that broken toys and lost pencils were much better than broken hearts and lost friends
No matter how much we enjoy the freedom and independence now, how proud we feel at ourselves for having achieved something once we craved for, deep down inside don't we all miss our childhood days, our
I do not remember how many times I woke up in the morning and started crying for no reason, making silly excuses for not going to the school, while my mother gave me so many good reasons for going there. Now that we have grown up, who do we give excuses to for not going to office or wait for someone to tell us why is it important to go to office. Many of us had Maulanas ( Hujur) coming at home in the afternoon for teaching how to read 'The Holy Quran'. I remember saying 'Hujur, ajke ar porbo na.' or 'ajke ar porte iccha hocchena' so many times making such an innocent face he could hardly say no. Once he was gone, it felt like heaven because then I could go out and play with friends. Simple things could bring so much happiness.
The only times I felt sorry was during my Maths exams and that's it. Asking for new dresses and toys from Baba and getting permission from Ammu for using her makeup kits and ornaments, fighting with younger brother for insignificant reasons were part and parcel of my life.
When I was quite young I wanted to become a doctor (like many of you), then I decided to study hard so that I can study at BUET, finally I ended up doing my bachelors here at BRAC and later on stepped into the real world that's 'work place'. I gradually learnt/realized things like one needs to be much careful with his words, actions. Relationships are difficult to handle and life often feels mechanical as opposed to when I was young. However, life has also taught me how to deal with it and yes I...