#childhoodmemories

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  • janviiee 1d

    If you don't do stupid things while you're young, you'll have nothing to laugh about when you're old.
    ©janviiee

  • urvivatsal 1w

    યાદ

    યાદએ બરફ સમાન હોય છે, જેમ જેમ પિગળતી જાય તેમ વધુ રોમાંચ આવતો જાય છે.
    ©urvivatsal

  • sharyn 2w

    There is this tree that i love so much,
    I know you are probably thinking it is a fruit producing tree but it isn't
    This tree is special because its the tree i ran to as a kid.
    It was so huge and i was so tiny but every time i climbed that tree i felt big,
    Its shade spread far and wide and had the strongest branches i had ever seen.
    It was on this tree that i seeked solace,
    It was the branches of this tree that hugged me when i felt alone
    It was the leaves of this tree that wiped my tears.
    It was the soothing sound of the wind blowing that healed my heart.
    This tree standing tall and strong in its majesty,deeply rooted to the ground got me through some tough days.
    Now here i am standing at the feet of the tree that once gave me life.
    The same old feeling of solace surges up inside of me,
    I am too old to be climbing trees so i sit at its feet hoping this tree remembers me.
    #treeoflife
    #childhoodmemories
    #writersnetwork
    #mirakee

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    Tree

    This is the tree of life
    ©sharyn

  • dali99 2w

    Reminiscence

    Today this road reminisced me about my childhood days;somewhat 10 or 11 years ago when Baba used to take me for a night walk, he apprised me of his school days and we spoke about science fictions,stories of Mughals and lot more.
    We used to start from Street 11 and end at Street 8. Now when I was walking through this 'Office' road on a starry night like this, those memories made me nostagic-
    Reminding me of the fact that Time flows but its imprints stay with us forever.
    ©dali99

  • halvis_nirne 2w

    In the shade of leaves
    Sun and I, play hide&seek
    With branches and rope
    I took a swing to clouds

    Hot sun cold breeze
    Pass through leaves
    And whisper in my ear
    The secret of a good nap

    Dancing twirling leaves
    I try to catch them all
    But all they do is magic
    And escape pass through me

    Tired I lie on a green bed
    Taking a heavenly sigh
    With a sweet cricket band
    Enjoying the summer break.
    ©halvis_nirne

  • darkmirage 2w

    Love in Cartoons ❤️

    Fight with eachother like Tom and Jerry,
    Help eachother like Motu and Patlu,
    Love eachother like Minnie and Micky Mouse,
    Protect eachother like Oggy and Jack,
    Maintain a bond like Doremon and Nobita,
    Understand each other like Hattori and Kenichi.

    Because
    Love is beautiful combination of
    all these things. ❤️

    ©DarkMirage

  • rana_ki_waani 2w

    वो गांव की छत वाली नींद...
    #childhoodmemories #poetry #mirakee #poem #writing

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    वो गांव की छत वाली नींद...

    जहां बिस्तर छोटी हुआ करती थी,
    और ईंट के तकिये बने होते थे
    वो पेड़ों के पत्तो से निकलती सरसराती धुन,
    जो रात की लोरी का काम करते थे
    दूर खेतों को पार करती ठंडी हवाएं,
    हाथ से बने उन पंखो की याद दिलाते थे
    और एक आसमान जैसा चादर था,
    जिसमे हर तारा एक छोटा सपना था
    सोते समय अपने हर सपने,
    उस छोटे से तारे से जोड़ दिया करते थे
    ऐसे कई छोटे सपने मिला कर,
    एक बड़ा सपना बुन लिया करते थे
    अपने सपने को खुली आँखों से,
    पूरा होता हुआ भी देखते थे
    फिर भटकती फिरती नींद,
    मेरी पलकों का पता ढूंढ लेती थी
    उन आँखों में बसे कच्चे सपनो की जगह,
    ये नींद ले लेती थी
    कुछ घंटो बाद सवेरा हो जाता,
    सारे पंछी चहचहाने लगते
    तेज़ रौशनी आँखों में पड़ती,
    और इस तरह
    “वो गांव की छत वाली नींद”
    पूरी हो जाती...
    ©rana_ki_waani

  • ajitmasurkar 2w

    Grandparent(n) :

    Best storyteller of 90's.

    ©ajitmasurkar

  • sayurisingh 4w

    Neend

    Sona to zindagi k panno se ek pencil ki likhawat ki trh mit gaya hai bacha hai to sirf jhuki hui sooji ankhein aur un aankhon ko khud mai samate kch kale ghere.

    Kahani lambi hai pr shabdon ka mail nahi hai kaha hai vo bachpan jinka koi sawal nahi hai,

    Dhoop mai khelte kudate kadmon ki awazein nahi hai, hai to sirf khamosh sadak pe udti dhool ki ahatein hai,

    Sham mai bhare baithak ka ab koi lihaz nahi hai, hai to sirf band drwazon ki gunjati awazein hai.

    Chod dia jinko peeche unki koi nishani nahi hai, hai to kch unki parchaiyan jinka koi dr nahi hai.
    ©sayurisingh

  • sindhuvishnu 4w

    I still remember
    How we started talking


    ©sindhuvishnu

  • maithreyi_my3 4w

    Mr.chewing gum

    Let me introduce Mr.Chewing to u all. I met him when i was 10years old, that's love at first bite guys,very soon he became my addiction. Reading, playing, sketching,dancing no matter what he has to be with me all the time, arghhh I still remember all the scoldings i got in my bharatanatyam class just becoz i was adamant to leave him. I still remember...the time we spent together ... the nasty things i used to do with him when we were alone..like moulding him with my hands..keeping in my mouth and taking out again&again..blowing him to become bigger and bigger..He became my stress reliever...i never complained about the jaw ache he used to give me .. I was in love then..Like in every love story my parents didnt accept him. My mother being a typical doctor emotionally blackmailed me to do breakup with him and she gave me silly reasons like being with him is anti social, nasty,uncivilised and unhealthy...atlast i did it... That was a heart break for a 10 year old kid who was very much obsessed with chewimg gums...
    End of the story...
    ©maithreyi_my3

  • adityakapoor00007 5w

    बचपन

    मई की धूप में , तपती रेत में
    घण्टो खेलना भूखे पेट ,
    सुबह के निकले शाम ढले घर आना
    और फिर मम्मी की डांट खाना
    करना उनसे वो वादे सुधरने के
    दोस्तों से मिलते ही फिर सब भूल जाना
    आता है याद हमको बहुत वो बचपन का ज़माना
    कटी पतंगों के पीछे दौड़ना
    उन पतंगों के लिए लड़ना
    इस हरदम भागती दुनिया की दौड़ में
    सबसे जल्दी सबसे आगे निकलने की होड़ में
    पीछे छूट गया वो याराना अपना
    इन ऊँची इमारतों में छोटा सा
    इक घरोंदा ढूंढने की दौड़ में
    खो गया कहीं वो मासूम सा बचपन अपना ।।
    ©adityakapoor00007

  • untold_feelings_15 5w

    Village

    Morning prayers
    With aarti and sweets
    Birds chirping
    With a pleasant breeze
    Less wealthy
    But health healthy
    Small huts
    But big hearts
    No pollutions
    They had all solutions
    Families together
    With animals gather
    Village they make
    A heavenly weather
    ©untold_feelings_1510

  • mohan13 5w

    गली क्रिकेट

    बचपन में जब पता चला की में एक एेसे देश में पैदा हुआ हूँ जहाँ नागरिकता का सबूत देने के लिए क्रिकेट खेलना जरूरी है तो मैंने भी देशभक्ति दिखाई शुरुआत लकड़ी के एेसे टुकड़े से हुई,जिससे से घर में कपड़े भी धुलते थे। फिर हम सब ने कुछ पैसे मिलाकर एक बैट खरीद लिया। जूनून इतना था की जहाँ सपाट जगह दिखती बही दो ईट रख कर बिकेट बना लिया करते थे चाहे वह किसी का खाली प्लॉट हो या फिर गली, चूँकि घर से मैदान काफी दूर था और घर में सबसे छोटा भी था इतनी आजादी नही थी। हमारे लिए 200 गज का प्लॉट ही मैदान बाला फील देता था। आईसीसी के किसी भी नियम को हम फोलो नही करते थे, बाल अगर किसी के घर में चली जाये तो उसको आउट माना जाता था और हर खिलाड़ी से एक एग्रीमेंट करा लिया जाता था कि अगर बोल खो गई तोह नयी बॉल तू ही लेकर आएगा। अॉन ड्राइव और कवर ड्राइव से लेकर मिड ओन और मिड ऑफ किसी भी नियम का चिरादं नही पालते थे। हमको बस मुँह उठाकर सीधे सामने बाली दीवार पर मारना होता जिस डायरेक्ट मारने पर छक्का और एक टिप्पा खा कर चार रन मिलते थे। टोस के लिए हमेशा स्वीटी सुपारी के खाली रैपर से टोस किया करते अगर टीम है तो वरना सिंगल बिकेट खेलने के लिए बल्ले के पीछे नबंर लिख कर और अगर इसमें भी बेईमानी हो जाये तो पीठ के पीछे नंबर किया करते थे। जैसा टीवी पर देखता वैसी ही नक्ल किया करता था राइट आम फास्ट बोलर था और उस समय में अपने आप को महान तेज गेदबाज समझा करता था बैटिंग भी ठीक ठाक कर लेता था। भरी दोपहर में टोपी लगाकर हम क्रिकेट खेलने जाते थे। पढाई- लिखाई से बिलकुल दूर हम सब क्रिकेट पर ही चर्चा किया करते थे। बोर्ड क्लास में भी हमने क्रिकेट को खेलना नही छोडा। रात में भयंकर बाली पढाई जो करते थे। लेकिन यह जूनून ज्यादा समय तक नही रहा।क्योंकि स्कूल से निकल कर कॉलेज पहुच चुके थे। फिर स्मार्ट फोन जैसी चिरादं आ गई और फील्ड में बीतने बाला समय मोबाइल की कीपैड पर गुजरने लगा।
    ©mohan13

  • geethalakshmi 6w

    A budding scientist

    When I went to school, they told me
    that everything you are going to
    learn here are not fully discovered
    but some of them are our
    life science which we are
    experiencing in our day today pursuits.
    Especially at the time of my ninth
    standard, "it was the time of learning
    the molecular formulas for the very
    first time" which seems to be like
    great scientific terms. When I was
    visiting the chemistry lab,
    the new aroma of
    that atmosphere created a different
    feel in my mind. Whenever I was
    handling the round bottom flask,
    test tube, conical flask, burette and
    pipette, I felt like I was going to be
    a chemical engineer or pharmacist.

    During those beautiful days, I used to
    ask my mom like this :
    Maa ! Give a plate full of starch with
    a pinch of sodium chloride (NaCl)
    and a cup of "lactic acid". Don't forget
    to give me a tumbler full of H2O !!
    "IT IS NOTHING BUT
    CURD RICE AND WATER" !!!

    Everytime, when I said this, my mom
    get confused and scolded me like
    "Always blabbing something ! Hmm !!
    But, really that angry words would be
    ringing in my ear like a beautiful
    motivational song.
    Each and every day when I was playing
    with my mom by using
    these chemical terms, I used
    to feel like a "Scientist" and
    my mom was like,
    what a mad girl you are !
    ©geethalakshmi

  • karmrajsinh___ 7w

    GROWING OLDER......

    Childhood is always a dream to live again
    Lots of love care and affection to gain
    Life is all simple nothing new to train
    Mainly we express heart and no tactics of brain

    The problems were only sleep and eat
    Everyone turned into bestie whenever we meet
    Stealing others toys was only the way to cheat
    With no jealousy ego or greed we used to treat

    I am a grownup now; i am eighteen
    Selfish people around its difficult to find faith in
    Expressing your love as before isn't the same thing
    People cheating cold hearted is a common sin

    Growing old is something we cant change
    But then saying "age is just a number" feels strange
    Childish mentality is said worst as drainage
    But surely "this drainage mentality"
    Is far more cleaner then brain of mid-age
    ©karmrajsinh___

  • people_observer 7w

    Happiness of listening a words almost after a couple of years

    Today I was buying a cup of tea. Once I ordered tea, I moved a bit so that other person can order. I heard a hindi sentence " Hera jata hai".. I started laughing and I just look at that girl who uttered that word... She also smiled... And it made my day...its a typical word which hindi speaking people will speak rarely when they loose something.. Most of the people will use "bhula gya"... But suddenly after hearing that sentence" Hera jata hai" was fun.... Reminds me my childhood days... When I was kid, I used that word..

    Hope many people will have a memory attached with this sentence "hera jata hai"..
    ©people_observer

  • sourav_mishra_23 8w

    बचपन

    आज कुझ कर गुजरने को जी चाहता है,
    बचपन के दरिया मे फिर उतरने को जी चाहता है।
    दिल चाहे कि एक और बार जीं लुं वो हसीन पल,
    आज फिर से बच्चा बन जाने को जी चाहता है।

    आज फिर मचलने को जी चाहता है,
    बचपन मे किरणो सा फिर बिखरने को जी चाहता है।
    दिल की सलाखो मे सोइ बचपन की यादो को,
    एक बार फिर जगाने का जी चाहता है।

  • dove_wings 8w

    #childhoodmemories
    #nostalgic
    Tried to make sense..but no idea how will everyone understand..feeling from within..

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    Childhood

    Most memorable days,
    Even if remembrance are in shades..
    Silly things that had been done,
    Madly laughing..
    Above all that innocent heart,
    Which had no trace of impurity..
    Real emotions reflected on face..
    And the biggest irony in today's world,
    Where every single person is fake..
    ©dove_wings

  • miracle99 9w

    Nothing can replace that melodious bell sound of ice Gola and that luscious taste of kala khatta in scorching sun after the perfect Gully cricket!
    ©miracle99