Summer morning I remember I try to write , but my hands tremble So I sat on the chair , underneath a neem tree That I have been watering since I just a chota bacha of kg Then I remembered this is the place where I grew up People call it home , but why does it not feel like home ? You know ,Mera apna ghar , the place where I was born , It is just as same as it was ,including the wall Same room , same floor , that's where I used to crawl Jo chiz badli , wo the mere parents and their habit to grawl M unse durr thi for like 11months , I felt their thought process would have changed by now , But , my exam result broke this myth in once
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