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Articles: My Experience | my boy-hood days
- Mr. Prasada Rao B.V.V.H.B
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It is quite thrilling now to recollect my boy-hood days.i was brought up in a remote,tiny village which has not even road transportation.The only means of transportation to a nearby town is bullock cart.
waking up early in the morning-may be at 3 a.m.-looking at the stars in the sky for indications that it is nearing dawn,is a thing to be remembered.
hen and cocks raising their voice-KOKKOROA KOa- as if it is a signal for the time to wake up.villages are predominantly agriculture oriented.Farmers going to fields along with oxen,ploughs,carts loaded with natural manure, etc;is an unforgettable scene. Agriculturists in their natural dress-towel -turban,Dhoti,a stick in hand with pointedneedle to drive bullocks-move in a hectic way to carry on their agricultural operations like sowing,manuring,weeding.
Dramas are enacted during nights.Krishna rayabaaram,Harischandra burrial ground scene,Chintaamani etc,are stage dramas of yester years attracting huge crouds.People without exeption are found humming the raagaas(tunes)
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