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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

महज़

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दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood

दर्द को शराब में मिला के पीते गए। फिर यूँ हुआ के हम मुस्कुराते गए। पुरानी तस्वीर जो आंखों में समाई! फिर यादों को धूएं में जलाते गए। अब तो हमें साज़िशें भी जानने लगीं! आंसुओं संग खुद को बहलाते गए। भाड़े के घर को अपना समझा है मैंने! खुद को वफ़ा के सागर में डुबाते गए। करने लगे जब ज़ख्मों ने मुझसे सवाल! खामोशी की चादर खुद पे ओढ़ाते गए। ख्वाहिश थी हमसे दूर जाने की उनको! फिर नजदीकियों पे कांटे बिछाते गए। जब से दिल में बसा लिया मैने उनको! फिर दिल मे यादों के दीये जलाते गए। ©महज़ #Childhood

Senart Academy

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শৈশব ✍️(আমি সোমনাথ) যে সকালে আনন্দের সাথে ফুল তুলেছ দুহাত দিয়ে। সেই সকালেই এবার থেকে খাতা ভর্তি লেখা লিখতে হবে পেন্সিল নিয়ে। যে চোখ খুলতো না তোমার সূর্যের আলো পেয়ে, সেই চোখ খুলতে হবে তোমায় চাঁদের আলো নিয়ে। অনেকটা সময় থাকতে হবে দামি স্কুলের বন্দি বেড়ে, তখন যেন ভেবোনা তুমি আমরা তোমার শৈশবটা নিচ্ছি কেড়ে। মায়ের ইচ্ছে মাস্টার হবে, বাবার ইঞ্জিনিয়ার। দাদু ,ঠাম্মীর ভিন্ন ইচ্ছে উকিল কিংবা ডাক্তার। সবার ইচ্ছে গুলোর মাঝে তুমি হারিয়ে যাবে যখন, বাবার আনা দামি স্কুল ব্যাগে তোমার শৈশবটা খুজবে তখন। ©Senart Academy #Childhood ভালোবাসা

শৈশব ✍️(আমি সোমনাথ) যে সকালে আনন্দের সাথে ফুল তুলেছ দুহাত দিয়ে। সেই সকালেই এবার থেকে খাতা ভর্তি লেখা লিখতে হবে পেন্সিল নিয়ে। যে চোখ খুলতো না তোমার সূর্যের আলো পেয়ে, সেই চোখ খুলতে হবে তোমায় চাঁদের আলো নিয়ে। অনেকটা সময় থাকতে হবে দামি স্কুলের বন্দি বেড়ে, তখন যেন ভেবোনা তুমি আমরা তোমার শৈশবটা নিচ্ছি কেড়ে। মায়ের ইচ্ছে মাস্টার হবে, বাবার ইঞ্জিনিয়ার। দাদু ,ঠাম্মীর ভিন্ন ইচ্ছে উকিল কিংবা ডাক্তার। সবার ইচ্ছে গুলোর মাঝে তুমি হারিয়ে যাবে যখন, বাবার আনা দামি স্কুল ব্যাগে তোমার শৈশবটা খুজবে তখন। ©Senart Academy #Childhood ভালোবাসা

twisha ray

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Laughter echoes, memories remain. Of childhood moments, pure and plain. Chasing butterflies, wild and free, Catching fireflies, just you and me. Summer days, long and warm, Ice cream cones, a sweet form Of joy and happiness, untold, Moments of childhood, worth more than gold. Hide and seek, behind the trees, Tag, you're it! Laughter on our knees. Piggyback rides, on daddy's back, Mom's warm hugs, a love so packed. Childhood moments, fleeting fast, But memories linger, forever last. A time of wonder, a time of glee, A time of childhood, wild and carefree. So let's hold tight, to these moments dear, And cherish them, year after year. For childhood is, a magical time, A time of dreams, a time of rhyme. ©twisha ray #childhood_memories #Childhood #LifeIsBeautiful

Laughter echoes, memories remain. Of childhood moments, pure and plain. Chasing butterflies, wild and free, Catching fireflies, just you and me. Summer days, long and warm, Ice cream cones, a sweet form Of joy and happiness, untold, Moments of childhood, worth more than gold. Hide and seek, behind the trees, Tag, you're it! Laughter on our knees. Piggyback rides, on daddy's back, Mom's warm hugs, a love so packed. Childhood moments, fleeting fast, But memories linger, forever last. A time of wonder, a time of glee, A time of childhood, wild and carefree. So let's hold tight, to these moments dear, And cherish them, year after year. For childhood is, a magical time, A time of dreams, a time of rhyme. ©twisha ray #childhood_memories #Childhood #LifeIsBeautiful

Zahid Akhtar

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Oh God, You gifted me life as a HUMAN, but my parents probably wanted a ROBOT ©Zahid Akhtar #Childhood #Child #Robot

Oh God, You gifted me life as a HUMAN, but my parents probably wanted a ROBOT ©Zahid Akhtar #Childhood #Child #Robot

Viraaj Sisodiya

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Memories oppilate themselves even in photos, sculptures, or motile pictures by coming out of and becoming shy, sometimes cute, sometimes astir, and unblushing sentiments. It resounds and sends your insideness with hardcore feelings, whose outerness passages into the material position. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Memories #Photos #Pictures #Camera #Feelings #YourQuote #Viraaj

Memories oppilate themselves even in photos, sculptures, or motile pictures by coming out of and becoming shy, sometimes cute, sometimes astir, and unblushing sentiments. It resounds and sends your insideness with hardcore feelings, whose outerness passages into the material position. ©Viraaj Sisodiya #Memories #Photos #Pictures #Camera #Feelings #YourQuote #Viraaj