Gone

In my school days there used to be a garden full of mango trees by my school… It was almost silent throughout the day except when the school boys used to race with their bicycle to their home after their school. The beauty of the place was that one can sing like a crow without being watched by many.

The place is almost ruined and most of the place is mostly occupied by the homes. And the peace had gone somewhere else.

It was just more than a place.

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