My childhood daysPassing by my villageI got lost in those beautiful days…When waking up early was not my responsibilityThe tension of being late to school was not mineGoing on a walk with momEnjoying the birds chirping and canal singing a songFollowing grandma to the nearby templeCopying each and every of her rituals….Enjoyed being Don of the classTeasing others with my gang…In morning assembly i was the coordinatorOrdering others to be in queue and myself roaming here and there…Finishing my homework in school itselfSo that could play carelessly to the max….Ludo and business were my indoor favourite Hide and seek, name game and stepo with neighbours….Till dusk we used to play and fightAfter quarrelling with some bully, the headache was of mom not mine….Now was the time when paa was back home….If it was a notorious day I wud hid in blanket….Else was again into mischief and enjoyed with him….Nidhi Bansal
hats off to u mam.....
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My childhood days
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I got lost in those beautiful days…
When waking up early was not my responsibility
The tension of being late to school was not mine
Going on a walk with mom
Enjoying the birds chirping and canal singing a song
Following grandma to the nearby temple
Copying each and every of her rituals….
Enjoyed being Don of the class
Teasing others with my gang…
In morning assembly i was the coordinator
Ordering others to be in queue and myself roaming here and there…
Finishing my homework in school itself
So that could play carelessly to the max….
Ludo and business were my indoor favourite
Hide and seek, name game and stepo with neighbours….
Till dusk we used to play and fight
After quarrelling with some bully, the headache was of mom not mine….
Now was the time when paa was back home….
If it was a notorious day I wud hid in blanket….
Else was again into mischief and enjoyed with him….
Nidhi Bansal
hats off to u mam.....
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