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Vanshikaa Saxena

Classics Children

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Vanshikaa Saxena

Classics Children

Our childhood days

Our childhood days

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I remember those childhood days,

which were all about- 

Innocence, creativity, and stupidity.


When every morning we would come-up

with excuses not to go to school,

crying hard like a baby trying to convince

our family members.


The only thing we wanted in school,

was to have fun, exchange tiffin boxes and,

to only study our favourite subjects or,

from our favourite teacher.


During those rainy days,

getting wet purposely, 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!


We would desperately wait for the last bell

to ring, just to rush home and

watch our favourite show on television.


"From Tom & Jerry to Mickey Mouse and Oswald,

there's an endless list of series of cartoons we've watched."


We never wanted to miss watching them. Wasn't that something so damn special?

Then discussing everything that happened throughout the day, with our family members,

Precisely, every single detail.


We wouldn't even realize when we would fall asleep while talking,

until we woke up excited to go out and play with our friends.


The pile of sand we climbed up and slid,

those barefoot walks and games like hide and seek

that we played, have such a special place in our hearts.


The stones we'd played with and, the pebbles that gleamed.

We escaped in those thick grass bushes, jumping around happily and singing our own melodies.


Aren't all of these such- unforgettable memories?

Then by the end of the day, when the night sky shows up,

we would be so excited to see the stars, moon, and our imaginative constellations.


We cared, we shared & we valued everything & everyone around us, dearly.

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.


Sometimes I really wonder if I could live even a bit of the same carefree, peaceful, and joyful life ever again.

Until then, just recalling all those days and writing about them might help us re-live our childhood days again!



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