Little Adiv was new to the place. He used to peek out of his new home window to see the things around. He used to use a little four legged bench to stand on. It was his new favorite pass time doings. Adiv was a little scared to step out and make new friends as it was a new place to him.
He used to enjoy the view where other kids used to rush home every evening from the school and in five minutes they all used to assemble in the ground. Then it was all the kids play party. They used to play like there is nothing else in the world that matters. There used to be screams, howls, laughs and more than everything, the happiness. The play used to go on until the elders used to shriek at their kids to come back home and start their home work which usually used to happen a little later the sunset.
One day, after observing little Adiv peeking from the window many a times, the kids rushed to his home, conversed with his mother and took Adiv to the ground. They all introduced themselves to Adiv and in a moment the play started. Adiv had got many new friends. He no more felt he was new to the place. There was joy, happiness, cheerfulness, fun and everything that made the childhood bright. He got friends who used to share the food, games, naughtiness, friendship bonds, promises, trust and above all, the ones who made and gave him thousands of memories.
Today, Adiv, in his late seventies, sitting on his arm chair, looking at the kids play, could recollect all the childhood memories. He had the little tears running down the cheeks.