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Vanshikaa Saxena

Drama Children

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Vanshikaa Saxena

Drama Children

Childhood Listicle

Childhood Listicle

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I remember those childhood days,

Which were all about

Innocence, creativity and stupidity.

When every morning I'd come up with excuses to not go to school,

Crying hard like a baby

Trying to convince my mom.


I remember the school bus journey,

Singing those nursery rhymes

While wondering how the trees run.

The only thing I wanted in school,

Was to have fun, exchange tiffin boxes

And to only study my favourite subject

Or from my favourite teacher.


During those rainy days,

Getting wet purposely and playing in those puddles was a must.

The tiny insects we were scared of,

Those butterflies we would chase

And the grasshoppers

That we always wanted to catch hold of,

Oh! I miss that.


I would be waiting desperately for the last bell to ring,

Just to rush home and watch my favourite cartoon series on television.

From Tom & Jerry to Mickey Mouse and Oswald, there's an endless list of series of cartoons

I never wanted to miss watching them.

Wasn't that something so damn special?


Then discussing everything that happened throughout the day,

With my mother and other family members,

Not failing to describe everything very precisely.

I wouldn't even realize when I would fall asleep while continuously talking,

Until I woke up directly in the evening.


I used to be excited to go out and play with my friends, the pile of sand we had climbed up and slid, those barefoot walks and games like hide and seek that we played,

Still have a special place in my heart.

Then by the end of the day,

Going up at the terrace just to stare at the night sky, watching the stars and the moon,

Changing locations and shapes every night.


These memories have made an indelible impact, the mark more intense

Than the permanent ink's.

We just didn't care or worry about anything else. And now,

I won't question that where did my childhood go but, would you like to tell me,

Why did my childhood go?


And since I get no answers,

I conclude that just by recalling all those days and writing about them

Might help me re-live my childhood again.


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