Childhood Nostalgia
Some of my best childhood memories were not from classrooms or playgrounds… but from our family dairy farm. ❤️๐๐ฅ
During my school days, I spent countless hours with my chacha and nanna in the tabela, surrounded by cows, buffaloes, calves, and the simple village life that today feels priceless. When I was in 3rd standard, I got my very own pet lamb for just ₹300. He was pure white with soft pink skin, kajal-like eyes, black borders on his ears and lips, and looked like he was wearing black socks on all four legs. Truly one of the most beautiful animals I had ever seen. Over the next 4 years, that tiny lamb grew into a strong handsome sheep. No modern vets, no supplements, no growth injections, no fancy feed. He simply grew naturally in the tabela alongside the cattle — eating the same daily feed, running freely near the riverbank plots, and spending his days with his best friends: the calves and our Eid qurbani bull. ๐๐ Watching them run together in the open fields is still one of the purest memories of my childhood. We finally sold him when I was in 6th standard… but even today, after so many years, I still remember his face, his eyes, and the sound of his footsteps in the farm. Those simple days had a different kind of happiness. ๐พ
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