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I am sitting alone in my home in day time because my parents go somewhere and I am thinking that how now time is flying like a bird and every moment disappear just in a blink of eye.
In my childhood I used to go to visit some different places or any relatives house or in wedding with my parents at that time I thought that why I have to go anyone's house or anywhere I used to hate all this and think why my parents forcefully take us with them, if they want to go then just to go without us.
My father take us all the way walking and talk with us, that time most of his talk just to go above my head or I just ignore all the things which he said to us. what I know that i don't want to walk anymore that time my father said that you are going to miss all these things which you don't value now.
When I fight with my sister and sometimes the fight and don't talk session continue till many days then my parents say that when anyone of you get married then your will miss all the bond and โnok-jhokโ between each other. At that time I think that not at all I just want that my sister get married as soon as possible so that i can eat all the things aline at that time only eating food or having t.v. remote is the best thing to have.
But how time flies now we are not go anyone's house together, now we don't walk that much, now my sister get married and I miss her badly in every function because she is my lonely ness saviour in any place.
We just take everything for granted when we have but after sometimes when we don't have luxury to enjoy anything then we know its value. But I don't know how to say but live and enjoy that moment in which you are now don't think about past or future.
