Reminisce me to the dusty road,
Reminisce me to the mud house,
Where my childhood comes alive.

Song of birds was my sunrise,
Flock of birds above the sky was my sunset,
Deep stone well sweet water was to quench my thirst,
Endless jungle, green paddy fields was for my hunger,
Reminisce me to the dusty road,
Reminisce me to the mud house,
Where my childhood comes alive.

Stars, moon, fireflies were my night companions,
Butterflies, cuckoo, parakeet were my day pals,
Hamlet endless meadows, heap of husk were my playground,
Every urchin was my friend,
Reminisce me to the dusty road,
Reminisce me to the mud house,
Where my childhood comes alive.

Granny stories warmed the frosty winter night,
Bonfire, barbecued sweet potato, fables flickered the dark icy night,
Rain was merriment, peacock dance, flower bloom, tree swings were brought to life,
The feel of earthy scent, happiness was in smell of mud when it rained,
Reminisce me to the dusty road,
Reminisce me to the mud house,
Where my childhood comes alive.

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