A group of children were playing in the park. I walked slowly and reached the bench I usually sat. I settled down and started eating the handful of peanuts I had got from home. A boy kicked a ball and it came near me. I caught the ball and threw it back to him. A few girls were enjoying the swings. A young mother was teaching her kid how to swim in the small pool lying to the north of the fountain. A group of college students were laughing, playing jokes and having fun. The gardener was watering the plants.
But I felt sad ----reason. This was the scene a few years ago. But now children are busy with video games, youth with laptops and mobiles, women with their daily serials. Now the gardener comes only once in a day, The flowers do not bloom for the lack of water, the swings are rusted, and the wild grass growing every where
I am still siting with peanuts in my hands waiting for history to repeat. Can anyone tell when it will take place.
But I felt sad ----reason. This was the scene a few years ago. But now children are busy with video games, youth with laptops and mobiles, women with their daily serials. Now the gardener comes only once in a day, The flowers do not bloom for the lack of water, the swings are rusted, and the wild grass growing every where
I am still siting with peanuts in my hands waiting for history to repeat. Can anyone tell when it will take place.
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