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Whenever the sweet wind blows it reminds me the blissful memories of my childhood.
The glorious evenings of my life when me and my old friends played under the velvet sky .
The chirping of birds and the roaming of cotton clouds in the vast empyrean.
The jiggling of tree leaves and the bright flowers.
Ohh!! What a pleasant moment of my village life.
The soothing cool touch of wind maked it more magical to feel the past memories of my childhood.
In the sunny summer the blissful wind had given a relief to our energetic soul to live a life in our playful time.


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About the Author: Priya Das

A young writer in a journey to express myself.

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