Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
Hello everyone good morning and now it is 9:13 am in the morning and I am starting to write today’s blog. Today it is moderate weather here in India and in the city where we stay. Different altitude have different climate throughout the year in India. From the end of November till March it remains winter in the few Cities. Hence waiting for the winters to arrive.
Today I will be writing a short story on life and yes on the prompt.
Mohanagar is a very popular village and in the village everyone is happy. The old house with attic house and lawn area in front of the house. Everyday during the evening two people who are extremely good singers of the localities run the locality with their self written song and one of them and another one being the player of the Dhol.
This evening time for everyone is the most enjoyable time of the day. Most. All the children, all adults and everyone.. the street jostling with joy and happiness.. those two middle aged men had the capacity to collect them together, sing songs and jostled.
These two men had the capacity to call the ice cream sellers and all foods of evening snacks.
This seemed expensive for our little Amol.
Because after he grew up and went to some other country to study he started to miss this of his own country.. the sound of locals.
Written by Sayoni Mahapatra Chatterji
Early Morning Memories 
One response to “Sounds of locals”
Yes, that’s what we miss the most when we migrate. Great story.
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