I was never confused as a kid
until someone voluntarily initiated to explain me the meaning of cute, 'ugly but pretty'.
Right after someone called me cute.
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One of the scariest things from childhood is when my mom asks me to bring my homework diary. I never noted them. Because, I was always busy,arguing with the class leader for having my name written on the board for talking. And I end up convincing my mom that, I left the diary at school. The complaints written by the teachers in my dairy rests, as I sleep in peace.
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Reh Gayi Sirf Yadein Bachpan Ki,
Bachpan Na Raha Bachpana Na Raha.
Reh Gayi Sirf Yadein Bachpan Ki,
Ab Wo Bachon Wala Zamaana Na Raha.
Dost Toh Hain Bachpan Wale Ab Bhi,
Magar Wo Dosti Na Rahi Wo Yaarana Na Raha.
Firse Milna Toh Chahte Hain Magar Mil Kahan Paate Hain,
Batein Ab Bhi Bhari Hoti Hain Dil Mein Magar Keh Kahan Paate Hain.
Tab Sari Batein Baant Liya Karte The Apne Doston Ke Saath,
Ab Toh Chupaye Firte Hain Dil Mein Base Jazbaat.
Jo Maidan Humare Shoron Se Gunjta Tha,
Aaj Wo Maidan Bachon Ke Bina Veeran -Sunsaan Hai.
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takes me to the time,
when there were only days,
As we met only to play,
And now I hesitate to go there,
as none would bid me
goobye ,and takes the promise
of coming again the next day.
~Shivangi
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The winter mornings.. always made me fall in love with my blanket..
Those few minutes of sleep..
Seemed so heavenly..
The warmth of the tea..
Now resembles more of Maa's Love..
With little hands how I used to shrug on her laps..
More of the favourite savouries being cooked..
Just for me.. the little kid in the house..
The pampering.. the fondling..
They're all still there.. though..
Now I am an adult..
But these winter's..
Remind me of my childhood..
The nostalgia remains..
leaving teary stream's from my eyes..-
No matter how many
memories you make but
the ones made in
childhood are for lifetime.
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