An unexpected holiday came to me on Friday last. The morning of that day kept me busy with my usual routine-work. But, I felt a sort of drowsiness at noon. Gradually, days of the past haunted my memory. Life was full of joy in my childhood. I was an object of care, and affection of all. My father loved me. My mother loved me too. My grandmother was affectionate to me. She used to tell me Stories of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. But the sad day in my life was the day on which I lost my father. I began to cry. But, the sudden call of my mother marked the end of the journey down the memory lane.
