रंगभूमि |Rangbhume

I love you Richa but that is my problem.

Bhul jana chahta hu tumhari yadon ko, Tumhe to shayad mai yaad bhi na hunga. Kash hoti life me, yadon ko mitane ke liye koi button, Mita ker teri yadon ko, mai bhi teri tarah khus reh pata.

When i turned 3 years old, my maternal grandfather(Nanaji) asked my father that he wants to keep me with him for the studies & my father agreed. My Nanaji was the Headmaster of a government school. I was the most loved one in my maternal grandfathers family, as i was the first child of that family, surrounded by 5 beautiful masi(Aunties) & 1 mama(Unlce) & ofcourse Nanaji & Nanimaa. I still remember how much i loved the breakfast made by my nanimaa, which was usually a Paratha ( a kind of Indian Bread) with Yogart & peas curry. Also i should not forget my favourite Maggie noodles which i usually use to eat in evening, which i usually gets after fighting a lot. Then me & my nanaji use to go for a walk and i was always very excited to hold the torch in my hand, which i rarely use to get. Everyday my uncle & aunties use to feed me loads of candies, making my childhood a golden era.

This is a story of a boy named Anand, born 1990 in a small town of Bihar (now Jharkhand), Giridih. He will narrate you his story.