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this
is
practically
the
field
where
i
was
brought
up!
those
where
the
days
when
i
used
to
come
home
from
school
toss
my
bag
in
my
bedroom
used
to
change
my
clothes
sometimes
not
and
run
to
the
field!
sometimes
cricket
sometimes
football,
number
of
tournaments
i
have
played
here
and
i
have
won
a
lot!
100s
of
fights,
100s
of
heroic
playing
moments,
100s
of
standing
ovations
have
been
experienced
here
by
me
.
but
at
the
end
of
the
day
i
have
learnt
and
cherished!
this
field
taught
me
values
that
no
school
or
smart
phone
can
ever
teach
a
child,
so
many
years
of
memories
and
friendship,
so
many
glasses
broken,
so
many
memorable
injuries,
epic
fails,
pranks
are
all
just
pieces
of
memories
today
as
i
sit
and
type
here
thinking
about
those
days!
i
would
give
up
anything
to
not
give
this
place
up
as
i
am
leaving
in
some
few
months
time!
today
i
write
shedding
some
tears
in
nostalgia
digesting
the
fact
that
todays
people
will
not
understand
the
essence
of
this
very
field!
the
memory
of
"dadu"
who
used
to
live
beside
the
park,
although
he
is
no
more
but
everytime
i
play
there
i
feel
him
beside
me
sitting
there
throwing
tantrums
as
usuall
about
how
crooked
my
friend
bankus
figure
or
how
smelly
my
friend
laltu
is
and
also
how
santanu
sometimes
used
to
zone
out
during
vital
matches
to
chase
a
kite!
i
remember
that
habukaka
sitting
on
the
bench
always
lecturing
starting
with
the
sentence
"in
the
year"
and
sumit
da
speaking
in
his
broken
english.
i
remember
that
it
was
easier
to
make
ramenda
angry
than
to
catch
a
fire
or
babu
da
used
to
be
outright
crazy.
i
remember
how
sujoy
is
my
best
friend
and
my
brother
even
though
we
are
in
a
spat
and
not
talking
to
each
other.
i
will
never
forget
how
childish
bubai
gets
and
we
all
played
lukochuri
with
naru
and
kids!
how
mainak
being
called
black
neymar
and
all
those
"rolando"
and
messi
debates.
i
remember
how
they
all
stood
with
each
other
side
by
side
and
support
everyone
unconditionally.
i
remember
how
bubunda
got
angry
with
me
once
when
i
mimicried
to
call
him
fat
or
how
sunnyda
used
to
limp
and
only
bat
not
take
a
single
run
or
field!
we
used
to
make
a
lot
of
fun
of
baban
of
him
being
habukaka
as
they
were
equally
fat
and
how
we
used
to
call
adak
as
ma
adak
and
prasun
as
rogra
prasun!
lots
of
people
came
and
go
but
these
were
the
regulars
and
not
to
forget
souravda
and
luckyda
and
rupam
and
babada!
amongst
all
this
my
favourite
was
the
day
when
i
was
paraded
away
as
a
hero
after
i
scored
25
runs
in
one
over
to
give
ourselves
a
vital
win
against
the
"boroder
team".
even
when
i
scored
a
hattrick
of
goals
against
them
they
were
beside
me
cheering
and
clapping.
those
where
the
days.
soon
they
are
gonna
be
gone,
i
will
be
gone
but
the
memories
the
invaluable
time
spent
will
always
play
a
major
role
in
making
me
a
great
man!
if
there
a
choice
of
adding
a
1000
stars
i
would
do
it!
i
will
miss
every
single
on
of
those
guys
with
whom
i
have
spent
these
unforgettable
days!
godspeed
everyone!!!
i
am
listening
to
charlie
puth-
see
you
again!
and
i
am
crying
cause
here
in
this
small
haven
they
are
my
family!
if
you
ever
feel
lonely
friends
come
and
have
a
look
at
the
pictures!
i
might
die,
dissapear
but
my
heart
will
always
be
in
kasundia
bakultala!
my
home,
my
strength
to
move
forward!
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