Lost and found… in childhood
No matter how tough we think we are, we aren’t as tough as our childhood memories. There is something about them that grows on us. And then we reach that point in our life where it’s impossible to go back. And then we die. And then they return to the womb of nature.
Childhood memories are untouchable. I mean, in a good way, not in the Indian casteist con…
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