Memories

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I forced the door open and was blinded by sunlight and choked from all of the dust that had settled in the room. As I entered, the wooden floors slightly give way. Rusty nails poked out of the floorboards and old water stains have made designs on the walls. Woods were really rusty and at any given day this house would collapse. There was reading table against the wall and top of it there were some seashells setting. Most of the drawing on the wall were washed away but some are still there but fading. There was a closet at the right hand corner of the room. I opened the closet and there was a small plastic box at the corner of the closet. As I washed the dust away, the name Partha start to become clear. I open the box and all the seashells were still there way I left it. Looks and furniture of this room has changed but memories are still trapped into this room. Big part of that is memories involved Radi. My childhood consist of ocean and Radi.

I really don't remember that much about my childhood. I grew up in a city called Citagong in Bangladesh. It wasn't a big city. There were no shopping malls or college. There was couple of elementary and high school. Most people who lived in there

Last summer I went back to Citagong, Bangladesh. It wasn't a small town anymore. It's a big city. Lot's of different kinds of people live there now. There are big shopping malls, beautiful hotel around the beach, lot more visitor, lot of high raise apartment. Everything changed except the sunset and the ocean. It still looks the same as it did eight years ago. As I was walking along shore, I saw other young kids collecting seashells or walking with their parent and all I could think was about Radi I don't have picture of her. All I have is some good memories. As the sunset revealed its passions, I was graving new sets of footprint along the shore and waves kept on erasing them.

I forced the door open and was blinded by sunlight and choked from all of the dust that had settled in the room. As I entered, the wooden floors slightly give way. Rusty nails poked out of the floorboards and old water stains have made designs on the walls. Woods were really rusty and at any given day this house would collapse. There was reading table against the wall and top of it there were some seashells setting. Most of the drawing on the wall were washed away but some are still there but fading. There was a closet at the right hand corner of the room. I opened the closet and there was a small plastic box at the corner of the closet. As I washed the dust away, the name Partha start to become clear. I open the box and all the seashells were still there way I left it. Looks and furniture of this room has changed but memories are still trapped into this room. Big part of that is memories involved Radi. My childhood consist of ocean and Radi.

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Approximate Word count = 2524
Approximate Pages = 10 (250 words per page double spaced)

Category: English