The old field by the road (Story)

Since childhood, Javohir loved playing near the old field in his village. He would run with friends, climb trees, and sometimes just sit alone, gazing at the sky. To him, this place always felt mysterious and magical.

Years passed. Javohir grew up, moved to the city, got a good education, and became a successful businessman. But he could never forget that old field.

One day, he returned to his village. When he arrived at the place where he used to play, he was shocked. Tall buildings now stood there, the trees were gone, everything had changed.

Javohir closed his eyes and felt the warmth of his childhood in his heart. He remembered those years, his friends, his joys…

— Time passes, everything changes, — he said to himself. — But memories remain in our hearts forever. Follow “Zamin” news on “Telegram”