I AM NOT A GOOD WRITER ....
BUT I WANT TO WRITE MY SEF AND WANT SHAREING MY OPENION.
When i am getting back from Dankuni my mausi's(unty) house from Ulttadanga(Bidhan Nagar station) i saw a boy, who playing with a wheel of a broken toys and pay with by twrowing. when its come to me I take it in my hand and get nostalgic. Its turn me in my child life. after that by giving the wheel to the boy I start walking and the child life thought also come with me.
we can go back in all road but we can't get back in past life road but we can go with our past life road ......................................
