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दुनियां की सबसे बड़ी त्रासदी है, बच्चों से उसका बचपन छीन लेना। ©#कहेंगे ना... childhood

दुनियां की सबसे बड़ी त्रासदी है, बच्चों से उसका बचपन छीन लेना। ©#कहेंगे ना... childhood

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बचपन में सबसे अधिक पूछा गया एक सवाल: बड़े होकर क्या बनना है? अब जाकर जवाब मिल रहा है, कि फिर से ही बच्चा बनना है। फर्क बस इतना है. एक बचपन का जमाना होता था, जब खुशियों का जमाना था चाहत होती चांद को पाने की, मगर अब दिल केवल भावना नाम की तितली का दीवाना है क्यों की दिल तो बच्चा है जी Happy Children’s Day! ©Dear ma'am #Childhood

बचपन में सबसे अधिक पूछा गया एक सवाल: बड़े होकर क्या बनना है? अब जाकर जवाब मिल रहा है, कि फिर से ही बच्चा बनना है। फर्क बस इतना है. एक बचपन का जमाना होता था, जब खुशियों का जमाना था चाहत होती चांद को पाने की, मगर अब दिल केवल भावना नाम की तितली का दीवाना है क्यों की दिल तो बच्चा है जी Happy Children’s Day! ©Dear ma'am #Childhood

Lili Dey

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ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । କଅଁଳିଆ ହୃଦୟ କୁ ତାର ସଜାଡ଼ି ଶିଖିବ, ତମେ ଯେମିତି ଗଢିବ ସେ ସେମିତି ହେବ । ସବୁବେଳେ ଶିଖାଇବ ତାକୁ ଭଲ ବ୍ୟବହାର, ତାକୁ ସଦା କହିବ କରିବ ପାଇଁ ପରୋପକାର । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ଲକ୍ଷେ କାମ ଛାଡ଼ି ରଖିବ ତା ଉପରେ ନଜର, ହେଳା କରିଲେ ତା ପ୍ରତି ସେ ଶିଖିବ କେମିତି ସୁବିଚାର । ମାତା ପିତା ତା ପ୍ରତି ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେଲେ ତା ଜୀବନ ହେବ ଯେ ସୁଖମୟ, ତମ ଠୁ ପାଇ ଭଲ ସଂସ୍କାର ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଗଢ଼ିବ ତା ନିଜ ପରିଚୟ । ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ପିଲା ଟିକି ଯେ ତାର ମନ, ତମେ ଭଲସେ ନେବ ତାର ଯତନ । ©Lili Dey #Childhood

Namit

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Ajj kuch aisi saji uski kajal si bhari vho aankhein dekh sab ki shakal badal gayi, aise kuch kaanp utha sara zamana jaise usne koi ghazal likhi..! ©Namit 💌 some of my hidden text #randomthoughts #stories #nojoto

Ajj kuch aisi saji uski kajal si bhari vho aankhein dekh sab ki shakal badal gayi, aise kuch kaanp utha sara zamana jaise usne koi ghazal likhi..! ©Namit 💌 some of my hidden text #randomthoughts #stories #nojoto

Krishnan

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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