Feelings

by Crazy
(Delhi)

Original Text: Feelings


We talk about our childhood, memories we can never forget, the people who were with us, and the time we lived and loved. But how often are we able to feel what we felt at that time?
You cannot understand the question if you have never experienced it. The feeling can actually take you back in time; it is so intense that everything seems real as though we are actually living those moments again.
My best friend from school gave birth to a baby girl yesterday. When I got the news I was driven back to the moment we had first met. We were in third standard when she joined our school. She was a talkative and loud kid, my teacher who was irritated by her presence and had given up after trying everything to control her, made her sit with me as I was the quietest kid in the class. I did not have to force myself to remember everything that happened I could see it as though I was watching a movie and could feel what I had felt at that time. I was lonely before meeting her, her friendship was like a strong support; it made my school life so smooth and fun.
We had food together in the lunch break, even after offering her food to me several time I had refused to taste. She had got a peculiar type of pickle which I had never heard of. I still regret why I didn’t taste the pickle.

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Revised Text:

We talk about our childhood; memories we can never forget, the people who were with us, and the time we lived and loved, but how often are we able to feel what we felt at that time?

You cannot understand the question if you have never experienced it, a feeling that can actually take you back in time, one so intense that everything seems real, as though you are actually living those moments again.

My best friend from school gave birth to a baby girl yesterday. When I got the news, I was driven back to the moment we had first met. We were in third standard when she joined our school. She was a talkative and loud kid. My teacher, who was irritated by her presence and had given up after trying everything to control her, made her sit with me, as I was the quietest kid in the class.

I do not have to force myself to remember everything that happened, I can see it as though I was watching a movie and can feel what I felt at that time. I was lonely before meeting her. Her friendship was like a strong support, it made my school life so smooth and fun.

We had food together in the lunch break, even after her offering food to me several times I had refused to taste. She had a peculiar type of pickle, which I had never heard of. I still regret that I didn’t taste the pickle.

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