At Bank of Dam Again

               
At bank of dam we conversed with friends on many innocent themes in our youth days. Long time ago the place was the sight of the fireworks, for which father took me and elder sister to see in the summer night. When returning home you perfectly slept soundly at father’s back, the sister said to me later.
After some thirty years after, we came again with the family to play in the fallen leaves at the bank of dam. Children were rolling down at the slope of the bank wearing golden leaves on the clothes.
And after half a century we have come again at the bank with wife protecting leg’s slight pains each other.
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