Many memories and many stories are hidden in this small life of people. Many experiences, many memories are embedded in the pages of many past lives. My childhood days were very fun. Not only for me but for every person the best moments of his life are childhood memories. The life that is free that life does not mean any obstacle. There was no interest in understanding the pressures of this journey of life. Sometimes I remember those days. I think I may never get those days back.
Those thoughts are the pages of my memoirs and stories. Those moments cannot be forgotten. So I thought that sometimes I will share the stories of this journey of life with the best memories of life. Anyway, I have talked a lot, now let's talk about that little story, I was a little naughty since childhood. At a very young age, children are always busy running around. This thought should become a nightmare in their minds.
Naughty means not only running around but fighting with my peers as a child. Maybe today I will tell you how this fight started. Just as small children fall asleep in the evening and wake up early in the morning. About 2006, I woke up in the morning and went to the shop with my father saying that I will eat biscuits. Rajshahi Biscuits were available for 2 taka then it was great fun to eat I really miss it. 3 was written on the biscuit. Every morning when I was a child, my father had a big duty. In the morning, everyone in the area used to sit and chat in shops on the roadside.
Naughty means not only running around but fighting with my peers as a child. Maybe today I will tell you how this fight started. Just as small children fall asleep in the evening and wake up early in the morning. About 2006, I woke up in the morning and went to the shop with my father saying that I will eat biscuits. Rajshahi Biscuits were available for 2 taka then it was great fun to eat I really miss it. 3 was written on the biscuit. Every morning when I was a child, my father had a big duty. In the morning, everyone in the area used to sit and chat in shops on the roadside. I used to stay there with Biscuit Abdar as well as my father. An uncle's son from the area, he is my age, he also came with his father that day. At that time everyone used to have great fun by making small children fight. I got into a fight with that uncle's son. I didn't understand childhood fights so I did what made me understand. When the two start fighting, we pinch each other in such a way that his flesh is rising. At such a stage, the blood of that uncle's son came out, after which they again separated us two and prevented the fight.
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I understood then that it seems like a great sign of bravery, but now I understand that fighting is not really right. Now let me tell you the main story, from that day onwards we will have a fight wherever we meet with that uncle's son. It is called tiger lion fight. A small tributary river next to the house is the house of one of my uncles. There were many palm trees in that uncle's house. During the paddy season, the paddy straw was turned close to the palm trees. Suddenly at noon I went there to pick dates. After some time, that uncle's son came to pick dates and as soon as they saw each other, the two started fighting where no one was present. The fight was going on for about an hour and at one point both of them came to the haystack and grabbed each other.
There was a path to the field by the side of that haystack. Our neighborhood uncle uncle was going to the field and suddenly he realized something was moving beside the haystack. He went there and then saw us two fighting without any sound. He then sent us home separately. This kind of thing went on for a long time when I got a little older and the matter was resolved. It was really funny.
