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Intense passion for swimming

Finding a lanky boy in a dark red T-shirt wandering around as though he had just returned from his regular daily swimming practice was obviously a total surprise. This  was not the case at all. He can't explain why he decided on routine swimming, despite his considerable height. He didn't appear to realise that the chlorine in the water would turn his face dark. He and two other older boys were swimming without realising this important fact. This will continue for a minimum period of one full month, as was revealed. Every day, these three lads go to a nearby pool to practice swimming. But the younger one did not go for the usual practice  on the particular day since he had developed a slight cough, which was definitely learned following his smart disclosure in the night.  He seemed to be unaware of the fact that chlorine in the water would darken his fair face. Unaware of this significant reality, he and two others continued swimming. This  goes on regularly but sudd...
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Going down memory lane


I am not taking the instant story by using detailed information without bending the very thoughtful truth. Absolutely my not so verbose words are wholly different from a lengthy, careful deliberation, and it was worth it. I especially strained to learn  everything about the stout man. He only looked at me without considering it essential to furnish details about him. 

Therefore, our continued conversation did not proceed with similar intensity after the lift stopped at the floor. However,  I did not stop answering my reply in the affirmative when an individual approaching me inquired if I knew the one man by taking his name. He also belonged to the same village I belonged to. 

A stout individual who was that person's acquaintance was accompanying him. I didn't identify that particular man because he had left the town a long time ago as he revealed in the course of our a bit short but informative conversation.

I was well acquainted with the man, who happened to be my relative through grand-fatherly linkage. I was once approached by him while had been living in Allahabad. He was there as part of his departmental duty. I began to recall the time he came to my house and some of my best recollections from that time in the past.

I knew quite well about the man who happened to be his close relative. I started going down memory lane, thinking about the past days and what some of my favourite bygone memories were.

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