My lost Childhood Friend Santu. The speed of time stopped his life, he could have risen much higher if his decision was right . An untold childhood character in my life.
Once, in a flashback to my childhood, I told you about a school friend of mine, Santu. I hope everyone who read the article remembers. When I met him again after a long time, I found out that he was currently working at a labor level. I spent my childhood at my uncle’s house, so when it comes to childhood memories, I must mention Santu. The boy had a very restless nature, but even so, he had a sweetness about him and was especially interested in education. Because of this mixed race, every teacher loved him very much. At least I could understand that. When I used to be kid, I had to be beaten up a lot by teacher because of him, so I was very angry with him. I have so many memories with him from my childhood that it’s impossible to say goodbye, but even now when I think about him, it hurts. That old friend of mine. It’s safe to say that I don’t go to my uncle’s house much anymore, the respect there has decreased a lot. So, whenever I think about a place where I spent an important time in my life, my heart cries a lot. So after a lot of effort I managed to get the phone number of that friend and after talking to him I realized that his condition is not very good at the moment, I mean both financially and mentally. He works as a laborer in a factory and the thing that bothered me the most was that after he got second division in 10th standard exam , he became very depressed and did not continue his studies. Although I felt bad thinking about how a brilliant boy like him could get second division, I felt even worse after hearing that he didn’t continue his studies.
Even though we weren’t talking face to face but over the phone, I realized that since he was so far behind in his education and was hesitant to talk to me, he might have thought that he was not educated like me. But I don’t know how embarrassed he was when he talked to me, but I felt very bad talking to him because the boy I once saw as the most brilliant student in the class is now living a difficult life, and I felt very bad. The pace of time may not have allowed him to move forward, but if our childhood time was fixed to, then he would have been the captain of our team. Even though time has passed, I still feel very sad knowing that for some reason he hasn’t given it to me yet. But I want to go to his house and try to stand by him as much as I can because I cannot easily forget my childhood memories and certainly not those companions with whom I spent the most precious and innocent life of my life.
