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We are a small happy family consisting of three members. Luckily, we shared a common hobby of travelling. We were in the lap of Himalayas, somewhere near Ranikhet in the Garhwal range, when suddenly my parents suggested that I should study in a residential school there. I seemed extremely elated with the fantastic idea. Years later, when I was in Grade 7, my parents started searching for a good boarding school where they could put me in for my further studies. I don't have words that could describe my exact feeling at that point of time. I was very happy as well as equally scared at the very thought of living separate from my family. I knew this very well by then that this would be a final farewell from my home and my family. Further studies, college and now in a job, I have always gone back home on vacations and had a very great time, but I have always been very aware deep inside that I was a boarder and had to leave within a few days. I never knew where the towel was hung, when the milkman came, when my mother sat down to have her evening tea, nothing. I did not even find it necessary to know all these minor details because I knew one thing for sure, I was a guest for merely a week. So, why bother!

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Nostalgia is a mixed feeling. This feeling comes to us when we think of happy times in the past. The story begins in a mood of nostalgia: ‘One day back there in the good old days ....’ Everyone is faced with such a mood now and then. And I am no exception.

I remember those good old days of my childhood. I was just a boy of nine, then. My family was the poorest family in the village. But we were proud of our family. Everyone respected us for our integrity and honesty. I was considered to be a worthy descendant of the family.

Our school was about a km away from the village. On the way, there was an apple orchard. My classfellows got the wind that the gardener was away on some job in the town. That was a sure signal for mischief. They sneaked into the orchard. They dragged me too with them. To tell you the truth, I too was tempted. I plucked some apples. I justified my action. I thought plucking apples for eating was not the same thing as stealing them. After all, I was not going to sell them.