Tapestry of Youth.
Childhood. Carefree echoes filled with cries. Masterful play of emotions.
Running down the streets with specks of dust on the hem of my trousers, wailing into arms of grandpa - noble savior, shrieking how my bike chain derailed, and seeking a miracle out of this divine hero.
Youth at its peak, Curiosity at its best. Care is at its lowest.
Childhood left its seat for adulthood. Yet the memory of those never melting cheap candies and swimming with plastic bottles in those small streams kept on lingering a constant ache - wounds refusing to never heal.
02/07/2025
00:10 AM EDT
Saxobullo Mamadaliyev. Tashkent.
Childhood. Carefree echoes filled with cries. Masterful play of emotions.
Running down the streets with specks of dust on the hem of my trousers, wailing into arms of grandpa - noble savior, shrieking how my bike chain derailed, and seeking a miracle out of this divine hero.
Youth at its peak, Curiosity at its best. Care is at its lowest.
Childhood left its seat for adulthood. Yet the memory of those never melting cheap candies and swimming with plastic bottles in those small streams kept on lingering a constant ache - wounds refusing to never heal.
02/07/2025
00:10 AM EDT
Saxobullo Mamadaliyev. Tashkent.