Last year when this pandemic was a bit stubborn, when we ourselves proved to be a big scam, when we started saying hey nothing, by now we must have been right twice or four times , when we were mocking our good recovery rate, or when we were making fun of our no testing, or when our masks took off our faces, first to the chin, then to the wrists and social distancing, first One yard, and then in the market disaster, in the wedding of family members, in the excitement of meetings after a long time and in the hobby of selfies, then.... yes... just around that time, my colony Parents of young children got a little courage and children were allowed to play outside in the colony.

Schools were going on for children, two-three online classes, and even more than that there are in big classes, otherwise, considering the time and situation, parents would not have created that much mental pressure of studies. No burden of homework looked special.

The backyard has a home for a teen Shednuma garage. If brother had gone to office with his car in the morning, the children's group would have camped under it at ten o'clock. Monopally, business, ludo, snake, ladder, sometimes playing, sometimes parrot fly, bird fly, those children shout-'No, my finger was down, I did not!!!!' Sometimes, sometimes their screams in happiness. Kids jumping loud all day. If there was a mischief in the mind, then there would be an initiative to run away from the garage and ring the bell in the rest of the houses. I love kids, I have the chocolate they get. So His special grace shower upon my house. If they run away by ringing the bell again and again and I scolded, no one would take my scolding seriously, all the useless people would laugh and sleep differently. Sometimes it's that sweet time to sleep in the day, the one around 3-4 minutes after eating-3-4 o'clock, rings the bell in it. It would have been very wet. One evening I gave her leader, she is a 9-10 year old girl, just the rest is the eldest and if I say it with love, she agrees to say it, it is a very lovely name - Unique, explained. After that the bell rings, just not between 3-4 pm.

My colony kids in my house love my sweet belly, tricky. If children ever go in front of the house, they would shout their name loudly. Tricky also respects his hank, he would have wagged his tail by sitting on the net door of the patio outside the house. This was a different friendship, because the children who are afraid of tricky, they also call him through this net door.

In the evening, more kids would have come out. With the bells of bicycles, you get to hear the big things of small children - ′′ No, I don't wear this... My dad brought me a remote flying helicopter... Playing at my house tomorrow, Rose Everyday Prem - Why will we go to Varun's house.... Mahi is afraid of tricky, Arya's name is Tricky not Turky.... ′′

Children laugh and laugh together, sometimes run, sometimes others go on bicycles to another friend's house, ' Chal you too! Take out your bicycle! '

In the evening, some elders would have also gone for a stroll, or coming home from the office. All the children together say 'Namaste Uncle, Namaste Aunty' to the elders of the colony on the way. Be happy, may blessings shower heavily.

Now that everyone is again paying the price for last year's taunts, jokes, negligence, children are home imprisoned again, my colony is green but still desolate. In the evening, we can't hear the grumpy and tons of bicycles. Neither in our failed attempt to make noise by ringing the bells, the feet of the children are threatened, nor the birds fly, nor dance, nor sing. They were outside, every day was a celebration. If not now, then there is a prayer, everyone stay safe, when this disease is over, may their childhood be there, and they celebrate every day in the colony again.