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Avinash Jha

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Back to the 90s Cassette tapes and landline rings, Cartoon mornings and summer swings. Pokemon cards, no Wi-Fi to roam, Streetlights told us, "It’s time to go home." VHS nights and floppy drives, Walkman tunes kept dreams alive. Playing outside till knees were bruised, Simple joys, nothing confused. CD players and Saturday shows, "Dial-up’s busy!"—the Internet’s woes. Pencil fights and friendship bands, 90s kids with endless plans. No filters, no likes, just laughter so free, Oh, the 90s life—where we long to be! ©Avinash Jha #childhood_memories

Back to the 90s Cassette tapes and landline rings, Cartoon mornings and summer swings. Pokemon cards, no Wi-Fi to roam, Streetlights told us, "It’s time to go home." VHS nights and floppy drives, Walkman tunes kept dreams alive. Playing outside till knees were bruised, Simple joys, nothing confused. CD players and Saturday shows, "Dial-up’s busy!"—the Internet’s woes. Pencil fights and friendship bands, 90s kids with endless plans. No filters, no likes, just laughter so free, Oh, the 90s life—where we long to be! ©Avinash Jha #childhood_memories

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

SUSHIL VERMA

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उदास रहता हैं मोहल्ले में बारिश का पानी आजकल, सुना हैं कागज की नाव बनाने वाले बड़े हो गए..........!! ©SUSHIL VERMA #yad_sayri #remember2lines #puraniyaadein #old_memories #childhood_memories #bachpan कोट्स इन हिंदी 'हिंदी कोट्स'

उदास रहता हैं मोहल्ले में बारिश का पानी आजकल, सुना हैं कागज की नाव बनाने वाले बड़े हो गए..........!! ©SUSHIL VERMA #yad_sayri #remember2lines #puraniyaadein #old_memories #childhood_memories #bachpan कोट्स इन हिंदी 'हिंदी कोट्स'

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

KhaultiSyahi

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White I hate when they refer to single parents as having a "broken home." It's not! You know what's a broken home? Having a house full of people who shouldn't be together and bleed that toxic energy into their kids. ©KhaultiSyahi #rainy_season #khaultisyahi #life #PARENTS #children #Childhood #childhood_memories #narcissistic #Toxic #myfamily

White I hate when they refer to single parents as having a "broken home." It's not! You know what's a broken home? Having a house full of people who shouldn't be together and bleed that toxic energy into their kids. ©KhaultiSyahi #rainy_season #khaultisyahi #life #PARENTS #children #Childhood #childhood_memories #narcissistic #Toxic #myfamily

Bitterone_me

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In the innocence of childhood, We danced in fields of green, Laughing under the golden sun, Dreaming of what could be seen. Imagination ran wild, As we played without a care, Building castles in the sand, Breathing in the salty air. Days were long and filled with joy, Each moment a treasure to hold, Exploring the world around us, Innocence never growing old. But time it marches steadily on, And childhood slips away, Leaving behind memories sweet, Of a simpler time and day. Oh, to return to those days, To feel that childhood bliss, But we carry it within us, In our hearts, a pure reminisce. ©Bitterone_me #Childhood #bitteroneme #L♥️ve #Life #Life_experience #bachpan #childhood_memories #innocence Munna Thakur My Loquacious World SEJAL Aariya writer vineetapanchal vinay panwar Harsh ranjan Drish Khanna chandni

In the innocence of childhood, We danced in fields of green, Laughing under the golden sun, Dreaming of what could be seen. Imagination ran wild, As we played without a care, Building castles in the sand, Breathing in the salty air. Days were long and filled with joy, Each moment a treasure to hold, Exploring the world around us, Innocence never growing old. But time it marches steadily on, And childhood slips away, Leaving behind memories sweet, Of a simpler time and day. Oh, to return to those days, To feel that childhood bliss, But we carry it within us, In our hearts, a pure reminisce. ©Bitterone_me #Childhood #bitteroneme #L♥️ve #Life #Life_experience #bachpan #childhood_memories #innocence Munna Thakur My Loquacious World SEJAL Aariya writer vineetapanchal vinay panwar Harsh ranjan Drish Khanna chandni

Shilpa Yadav

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White ओलती की कहानी और ये बरसात का अतरंग पानी स्मृतियों से ह्रदय द्रवित हुआ,जगी बचपन की कहानी ©Shilpa Yadav #milan_night #shilpayadavpoetry#nojotohindi#nojotoenglish#shilpayadavpoet #childhood#बचपन#rain#childhood_memories Anshu writer अज्ञात Santosh Narwar Aligarh R... Ojha Dr Anoop BenZil (बैंज़िल) Ruchi Jha बाबा ब्राऊनबियर्ड J P Lodhi. PRIYANKA GUPTA (gudiya) poonam atrey Internet Jockey - @Hardik Mahajan जनकवि शंकर पाल( बुन्देली) Prince_"अल्फाज़" ANOOP PANDEY Bhardwaj Only Budana Priya Gour Sandip rohilla vineetapanchal

White ओलती की कहानी और ये बरसात का अतरंग पानी स्मृतियों से ह्रदय द्रवित हुआ,जगी बचपन की कहानी ©Shilpa Yadav #milan_night #shilpayadavpoetry#nojotohindi#nojotoenglish#shilpayadavpoet #childhood#बचपन#rain#childhood_memories Anshu writer अज्ञात Santosh Narwar Aligarh R... Ojha Dr Anoop BenZil (बैंज़िल) Ruchi Jha बाबा ब्राऊनबियर्ड J P Lodhi. PRIYANKA GUPTA (gudiya) poonam atrey Internet Jockey - @Hardik Mahajan जनकवि शंकर पाल( बुन्देली) Prince_"अल्फाज़" ANOOP PANDEY Bhardwaj Only Budana Priya Gour Sandip rohilla vineetapanchal

Sonal Panwar

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आज भी इन होठों को दे जाती है एक मुस्कान बचपन में वो खिलखिलाती हंसी की खनक, भीगी पलकों में छिपी आंखों से जाती है झलक बचपन के उन खूबसूरत बीते पलों की चमक । ©Sonal Panwar प्यारा बचपन 👧👧🥰❤💫 #bachpan #Childhood #childhood_memories #Poetry #ídi #hindipoetry #hindi_poetry #Shayari #bachpanshayri #Nojoto

आज भी इन होठों को दे जाती है एक मुस्कान बचपन में वो खिलखिलाती हंसी की खनक, भीगी पलकों में छिपी आंखों से जाती है झलक बचपन के उन खूबसूरत बीते पलों की चमक । ©Sonal Panwar प्यारा बचपन 👧👧🥰❤💫 #bachpan #Childhood #childhood_memories #Poetry #ídi #hindipoetry #hindi_poetry #Shayari #bachpanshayri #Nojoto