when i was twelve

I feel nostalgic thinking of old childhood days , wish I could live those days again . I have lots of good memories and moments to cherish. One of those were with my friend Richa. She was my first best buddy. Though we are not in much contact now but still when I remember those days I feel delighted and happy.

I was around 12 that time when my dad got transferred to ujjain. It was a new city,new place, new school. Initially I was very upset leaving my old friends and school and coming to new place but when I met Richa everything fell in place.She was also a new student ,so soon we became friends and later best friends. The new school was not so good as my previous one , and a major difference was it was co-education alike my previous girls school.Although acadamics wise it was great but curricular was not good enough. I made few friends, and as I was good in studies teachers also liked me so soon all I stated gelling with everyone.

Ujjain was a small religious town , lots of temples and pilgrims. There was hardly any place to freak about . I never liked the place that much .Unlike the city our house was very cool. We stayed in government quarter’s..It was a big house with huge garden .Surrounded by big tress ,plants ,and beautiful flowers. I remember spending time watering the plants every evening. It was so much fun. The Huge Nee, tree was my best buddy. I would sit in its shade and when the wind would blow I stood down to catch the dried leaves. It was silly but i enjoyed doing that .The surroundings of house was  was spacious  and there was a small gate amid the garden to the neighbors house . They were a small nice family . One talkative girl who was in to medical studies,and her over possessive parents they were real gem of people always there to help..

We had birthday parties ,get together n  gatherings at our place , we enjoyed a lot.  Though I dint liked  the city but every place leaves a impact on us . So was Ujjain. I always remember the days I spend there and cherish them in my heart.