Fridays have always been special for me. Every Friday I have spent in my town will be one of the most memorable moments of my life.
Fridays always dawned warm and sunny with the sun gleaming through the branches of the Mango tree whose leaves kissed my room’s window.
The drawing of fresh water from the well, and heating it with wood-fire had become an enjoyable ritual for me. Once you master it, it is highly satisfying to have a roaring fire with the flame of just a single matchstick, some old newspapers and dry leaves. The water, heated by twigs and leaves gave a feeling of royalty when I poured it on myself, A feeling, which even the best electrical heaters have failed to provide. Such was the feeling that it was like Read the rest of this entry