Hello friends, this is my third post so far. All the things I have shared with you are true stories that happened in my life.
Not only that, I want to share with you all the places I have traveled in my life, the places I have studied, the places I have visited, with real photos.I will definitely share it when more of you join me as my family.
Okay friends, I'll start my life story.I was born in 1995 but I studied in that hostel only in 2002, 2003, I would have been only seven years old then.I have a lot of friends there, but I have one friend who is very close to me. He and I would always hang out after school.
One day, we were walking through a forest. It was like a village, with lots of trees.So, while we were wandering through the forest, we saw a tree. There was a big beehive in that tree. All the bees were very big. I really wanted to take that honey too. But my friend said, "Don't take it. They are very big bees." I told my father that I was planning to take it. He said, "Okay, he is also a hill tribe person, so he must know a lot about it." I said nothing, "Okay, let's go." And we left.
After two or three days, he told his father to bring the honey, and his father also brought the honey and gave it to us. But after tasting it, I liked the taste so much that I wanted to taste it again and started looking for it.Similarly, while wandering around the next day, I also found some honey, but I don't remember whether I took a small amount or not.There is only one road in front of the school where we studied, and everything around it is trees, so trucks carrying sugarcane only come and go through that road.
So when we came that way, the workers would throw us those sugarcane bundles that we wanted to eat, and our warden would take them and cut them for us.In this way, we lived very happily during our school days.
Then one day, my mother came to see me. When she came, my mother brought my younger brother. I have been telling you my story normally until now, but when I type, that memory of my mother bringing my younger brother appears before my eyes.
My tears flow, but now my younger brother and I don't talk much. I am starting to talk about the treasures that I have not found. My younger brother is 2 years younger than me. He also came to see me. He was very happy to see me and held my hand. I told you that he is my close friend. Did you know that he is a specialist in clay sculpture? He immediately went and made an elephant statue for my younger brother in clay and gave it to my younger brother.
He shared it with you in front of my eyes. After that, my mother and younger brother gave me all the snacks they had bought for me and left. I was living very happily like this, but today I am 29 years old. I have lost everything in my life and my life is only tears every day. It's been a while since I was 24. I fell in love with someone and it lasted for 5 years, but that love has left me.
I will share that love with you too. Okay, friends, we will meet again. I will continue my life story. Thank you.
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