Recalling my childhood days when I was a little boy, I would never believe one day I would grow up to the same height as my mum. And now I was taller than she. As a kid, my mum often carried me in her arms or led me by the hand whenever she went somewhere.
One day she took me to a temple fair. A crowd was so huge that I got lost. I just stood there and wept until one acquaintance took me back to my mum. She was looking for me also.
At that time, I felt fearful and lonely beyond words. Deep down my heart was the strongest call for my mum, the strongest of all.
Now I grew up and was getting lost in the capital city. Surrounded by throng of people and a great deal of pretension, I was so enthralled by civilisation and so much indulgent in it. There were no more tear and no more call for my mum as there used to be when I was a kid. Hardly did I go back home. Rarely did I meet my mum. I was not as close to my mum as I used to be when I was very young.
Some days in the capital city made me clean forget my mum back home.
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