As time and age change, many things get lost in the abyss of time. How beautiful those days were. When there was no job tension, the pressure of livelihood, disappointment and the sadness of not getting it. If we had a little food in our stomach, we were the happiest people in the world. Yes, I am talking about our childhood life. As the pressure of age hits my body, I understand that the days ahead will be more difficult and challenging for me. To move forward in life, many hobbies have to be kept under wraps. Even before getting a chance at university, I spent so many beautiful times with friends in college life. But today those days are only in the memory. I don't even remember the names of many friends, and I haven't seen many people for years. Everyone spends their time busy with their own lives. When I come to a new place, I make some new friends there too. The cycle of life actually changes everything with time.

I remember when I was in college, I used to organize a muri party with my friends at midnight. We would all suddenly raise money to buy muri and chanachur from the shop and eat them while having fun and chatting. Those moments are unforgettable. It has been a long time since we all sat down and ate muri with our roommates. This time, after coming to Ghazipur from home, I wanted to sit down and eat muri and chat. I also told my roommate a few days ago. When we told the main director of our mess about it, he gave us some money for the occasion of eating muri. And with the rest of the money, we bought muri, chanachur, chop, chickpeas, and many other things with three roommates.

In our room, we, the two directors and a younger brother, were in the admissions department. And one of my younger brothers came to meet me that day. All four of us sat down to eat muri together. One of the younger brothers first brought some onions and chillies from the kitchen. Then my other roommate cut them. Now it was my turn to do the rest of the work. I sat on the floor of the room and wore it. Then in a large bowl, mix everything well with mustard oil. Then add chickpeas, beeguni, potato chops, and chanachur one by one and mix well again and then add the required amount of muri. This time, mix well.

Actually, eating together on one plate like this shows respect for each other, besides, only those who have eaten together understand the joy of eating like this. Anyway, it was very nice to sit and have fun eating muri with my younger brother and friend after a long day. Those of you who have eaten like this will also understand the joy of it. I hope you all liked my post today. Everyone stay well and healthy. I will see you again with a new post of mine.