The best person which I have ever meet meet in my life was from my mother's hometown, none other one less than he was my mother's brother's son; yes he was my cousin. We actually had the same age and luckily the same mind set and opinion about everything we saw and every instance. Whenever I used to go to meet him, he used to be always excited about everything I used to talk to him about. We used to go for long walks from our wide spread farms to across the village roaming here and there uselessly. As he has never visited any metropolitan city, he used to get amazed each and every time whenever I used to talk about it to him. Whenever I used to visit him, he never leaves me with any option of getting mad at him or getting angry. I love him the most because he has a really polite way of speaking, he was very honest and the main thing that I love about him is that he has a really different way of thinking than ours. He is very hard working. We used to have a really nice time together roaming around here there. When we used to get ready to go to some other village for some work, the most strange thing was that village girls used to watch us and the girls of the other village used to stock us and we used to laugh at them this maid them to stock us more. Then most thing I feel bad about is going away from him to my home and really hate this thing in my today's experience