Those were beautiful days.

Love I am painting love of my small days. Dad was living in a kacha house made in L shape. There were 3 big rooms one small and a kitchen as an extension. It was supported by an elevated mud platform. There was a big tree ( acacia arabica ) on west just outside the room another tree called lasura in lingua franca stood beside this majestic rustic one. One small earther chulla was supported this side. I used to play with rustic friends underneath this kuccha make up. I remember we often used to pick pig spicules and put it on one side lest they pierce our skin. We never bothered of heat which sometimes even touched 49 degree Celsius. I can recall those were beautiful days.