HI,
like i told you before i will post some of my life incident, so here is the story of my very good time.
well when i was just 5 or 6 year old my father always come late from work and eh used to say that we here struggle for money and the poor people having party, he mean all people live in poor area enjoy life more then others, it seems to be very good line, but its true too. poor people don't have much mental problems,
In the year 2004-05 i used to learn cell-phone repairing,in the end of the year i open my own repairing shop , in the city Khanna , i like to mention that khanna is Asia's biggest grain market. i have good business there, i live on the same building where i have my shop.
while having shop there i make very good friend circle there, the good one are the son of the landlord and the shopkeeper next to me, and we sit together even after closing shop's.
son of land lord name is "preet" and the neighour shopkeeper name is "jassi" so we three are nice group, preet know how to play tabla and jassi used to play harmonium, so after shop time we just get together in my room, and we all used to play music and i was the singer of band.
daily we use this routine, we play till we all got tired. our normal time to wind up is 1 am, never before this, it was a great time,. after 8 month i come back to my city. and i miss the time, whenever i remind that time i just remember one more line too, wording of my father, we use to sing and dance every night before sleep, it was great life there, nice memory.
I WISH EVERY ONE GOT GOOD TIME LIKE THIS
