I was siting at the comfort of my house one day. I thought of the moment I spent in bording house for whole six years; the torture, horror, survival instinct I picked on the way.
However, childhood is mesmerizing; the joy, play, benefits and many more are fantastic

Now, I also imagine the future. Having a wife, kids, with lovely job, having that freedom, and many sweet things.

Here is the question: which will you go for if you are to go back once. Is it to the future or to the past?