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write the story- My father received his transfer orders. We had to shift to our new house in Mathura I was very sad at the idea of leaving my old home. I……………

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Answered by shishir303
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My father received his transfer orders. We had to shift to our new house in Mathura I was very sad at the idea of leaving my old home because I have lots of memories attached to this house. I have spent 8 years of my life in this house. When my father's transfer was done in this city and we came to live in this house then my age was ‘7 years old’. Initially, I used to sleep in my parents' room, but after about a year later, I had arranged a small beautiful room and gave it to me. Always remember the room in which I used to my studies. That room was a small world of mine. There is small garden was outside of this house in which I was played with my sister. In this garden we had planted many plants which have become big now. I had a spiritual attachment to those plants. Those plants were like my friends and I used to talk to them in silent language. I have to leave my these friends today. The roof of the house was very big and in the summer we slept on the roof under the open sky. In the day, I used to fly kites on the terrace and stand on the roof and watch the road going on. There was a large field in front of our house, which was the main ground of the city and all the public festivals of the city were used. From our terrace all the organizing events in that ground were clearly visible. Whether it is Ravan Dahan program, Ram Leela or any sports activity. We used to see everything from our roof.

Now all this will not happen, no matter what the new house will be. But this house will always be alive in memories.

Answered by ISiddharth
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My father received his transfer orders. We had to shift to our new house in Mathura I was very sad at the idea of leaving my old home because I have lots of memories attached to this house. I have spent 8 years of my life in this house. When my father's transfer was done in this city and we came to live in this house then my age was ‘7 years old’. Initially, I used to sleep in my parents' room, but after about a year later, I had arranged a small beautiful room and gave it to me. Always remember the room in which I used to my studies. That room was a small world of mine. There is small garden was outside of this house in which I was played with my sister. In this garden we had planted many plants which have become big now. I had a spiritual attachment to those plants. Those plants were like my friends and I used to talk to them in silent language. I have to leave my these friends today. The roof of the house was very big and in the summer we slept on the roof under the open sky. In the day, I used to fly kites on the terrace and stand on the roof and watch the road going on. There was a large field in front of our house, which was the main ground of the city and all the public festivals of the city were used. From our terrace all the organizing events in that ground were clearly visible. Whether it is Ravan Dahan program, Ram Leela or any sports activity. We used to see everything from our roof.

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