"One Picture And One Story Week #82

Hello Steemit friends,

How are you all? I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. I am also fine by the grace of Allah.Today, I will participate in the new contest from Steem For Pakistan brought by the honorable Admin @suboohi ma'am. The name of the Contest is "One Picture And One Story Week #82". Thank you Steem For Pakistan for bringing this beautiful contest to us.

The picture I am going to present today for today's episode of One Picture One Story is a very simple picture. Although it is a very familiar picture to the people of rural Bengal, this item is completely unknown to us who live in the urban area. The name of the item is ice cream.
Some time ago, I went to Lalmai Hills in the Comilla district with two of my colleagues and Steemian friends. I saw this ice cream being sold in a very simple environment at the foot of the hill. After seeing the ice cream seller, a shock hit my mind. The ice cream seller took me back to my childhood.
I was born in the village of Ajparagaon. 40 years ago, this type of ice cream was the main thing for me. A brass horn would be played along the winding paths of the village. And we could not ignore that call. I used to run after the ice cream seller. I can still clearly remember the price of an ice cream then 0. 50 taka or 50 paise. Again, some ice creams were available for 25 paise. Even if it was a very ordinary quality ice cream, it seemed like nectar to me. I have tasted this ice cream countless times. I cannot finish saying how sweet the taste of eating this ordinary quality ice cream with friends is.
This ice cream is intertwined with my existence. There are countless memories. Today, after so many years, I found that familiar ice cream. I walked towards it like a thirsty person. I started talking to the ice cream vendor. I shared my interesting experience with ice cream with him. The ice cream vendor was also happy to have a fan of the ice cream he made. I ate ice cream with my friends. I exchanged views with him on various topics.
My childhood, my emotions, and my love are associated with this ordinary quality ice cream. No matter how much expensive ice cream I eat these days, I don't have that much emotion with it. I forget it a little after eating it. But this one cannot be forgotten. Because if you forget it, you have to forget your childhood. You have to forget the joy of childhood. Even when it's cold, you have to forget your mother's scolding and your father's tears when you eat ice cream. That means if you forget the memory of eating ice cream in your childhood, you have to forget your entire childhood.
Just as I haven't forgotten my childhood, I haven't forgotten the taste of ordinary quality and extraordinary taste of ice cream either. So, when I found this ice cream after so many years, I forgot everything and went to eat ice cream.
Today, in this contest, I have presented my emotions and my memories about ice cream to you.

I invite three of my friends to participate in this contest @max-pro @thaizmaita @abdul-rakib

Thank you all of you for reading my post. I hope you will like my post. I am leaving today.

Allah Hafez.