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The little girl wept silently…yet none noticed

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The little girl sat at her desk

silently browsing through the pages of the book in front of her

even though her mind was not even letting her read

she just gazed at the book

Her mind was with the sounds of the kids playing outside

she cursed her self-being locked up in the room for hours and hours of studying

she felt exhausted, but her parents never bothered to even ask her

They stressed her from point to point

on each and everything

they wanted a perfect one, not a good one

she felt she was tortured,

she felt being snatched

she felt being lonely

the sadness on her face was neglected

to make her perfect, her parents quarrelled and competed

little did they realise that they are hurting her from inside

she wept inside

her silence was taken as being dumb and useless

little did her parents knew she was causing invisible scars on her soul

the little girl wept from inside, hoping that one day they would realise

what these scars have turned her into….

All she wanted little play and little time to enjoy

All she requested silently was that

She revolted, but none noticed

the little heart bled.

A Christmas Memory

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As she was away from home, away from everything back in her native place. The newfound place was totally unfamiliar. It was a cool winter snowy morning and although she knew she is new to the place, she wants to walk around the place and enjoy what is there hidden too. Her eyes always strayed across to find something that is different and cherishes them forever. The building and the snow covered streets were something she has been seeing ever since she arrived in Swiss. It was only a first-time fascination about the new place.

The coldness crept onto her body. It was like every part of her was going numb. The coldness crawled into her, slowly moving up to her lips and making it dry, then she felt nothing. Her snow kissed lips and hands were loosing the sign of warmthness. She realized it too soon and wore her gloves, and it was all like she was in some other hot hands. The coldness slowly slid out of her sleeves, giving her tiny hands the warmth. The warmth she was longing for.

As she walked little further away from her apartment with her kid in hand. She reached some busy streets. All red, green, shiny decorations on the walls. It was then she realized it was “Christmas”. She bends down to tell her daughter “its Christmas dear”.

They both walked down the walkways watching many purchase items for their Christmas, the streets were filled with small wooden huts, well decorated with bells, tinsels, string lights, ribbons, wreaths etc. The smell of fresh baked bread was filling in the cold air. The snow has never stopped them, they all were busy purchasing and wishing each other.

Everybody Smiled at her, even though none knew her. It was a happy place, there was friendliness in the air. Age or illness never stopped them from being outside their homes. She enjoyed the friendliness and the aura of the place.

“Mamma see a giant Christmas tree “, pointed her daughter. As they both stood watching the giant Xmas tree, she could recollect joy of celebrating Christmas in her old times.

It was entirely different as compared to this. There were Santas, angels singing Carols, sweets, balloons and Churches all decked up and streets packed with people. The Plum cakes which she used to get at homes and much more.

Every place celebrates the joy of Christmas in a different way. She enjoyed the day in the snow land and happily cherished the memory of a hi-fi Xmas and brought her family a good cake to cut in and have. The beauty was indeed something more to Cherish in.

In loving memory of a long Lost Christmas in Snow.

School days taught me much -which I realised lately

It is a holiday time again..

And yet another roller coaster ride for coming 10 days.

All the school things remind me of my school and childhood days. The fun days, the carefree part of our childhood. Evey child must enjoy their childhood, the best part of the life where you are never blamed for being happy or sad. Rather than crushed in the turmoil of harsh competitions let them enjoy the most of their school days.
I see parents so confused on what their child should pursue and do …but in my case… there were not many thoughts to buy..we all led the life, as it came along to us and welcomed them as it was.

In my school times, I used to enjoy everything that comes around from small competitions (in order to get out of classes and tests) and any sports or annual day. My whole point of being always in school was to be a part of all the activities, enjoy to the most and cherish every fond memory.

I may not be popular or ‘the best’ but I always loved the company of anyone who tagged along with me. I liked being at school. It was the only place I felt like second home, as my mom was a teacher, I was always on the school premises.

Instead of being at home… all day waiting for your mom who is in school, it was good to be in school munching around something from the canteen with the little pocket money I got.

Even the empty classroom, the empty boards, and benches, never made me upset. I loved the company of my teachers and at times their kids.

This is how I learned to manage on my own…through my mom… I never realized that all these I was learning all the way through my childhood to my current stage. Every child learns at the time they are born. The funny game of learning new skills, that no school can teach or books.

lovely childhood

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Its easy for kids to identify good friends at an early age too.

I have noticed that my lil gal  has found good friends around her in her school.

She keeps saying their names , so  I get to know whom she is very fond of.She repeats their names  earlier when I helped her to memorize her friends names , since it was difficult for her to get to know their names , since she was too small..

Now , its like , she  knows whom she likes the most and wanted to be with. It just reminded me about my childhood too. When we all were kids we must have fought for sitting with our best friend , sharing something special with our best buddy , and of course got jealous when someones takes our best friends from us. 🙂

Now when all those comes to our mind , we find ourselves to be silly and funny.Being a kid is a special freedom , we need not know anything, just play and have fun, be naughty and gets lots of scolding from parents . 🙂 Its not easy to be a grownup. 😦 and am sad am a grownup , at least I believe it . 😉

As parents , we must give our lil kids freedom  to enjoy the best way .Forcing something on to kids , leads them to be more adamant , we must teach them to be kind and in order for that , we should be kind to them, since they learn a lot from ‘us’ .

For being a good parent , we need to be their lovely lil friend .

Through my eyes

Eyes are such  wonderful cameras , captures beautiful pictures and saves it in our heart. 

While I was on the way to pick my daughter from her playschool, I was noticing the snow falling on the road, it was like a black sheet of paper is laid and someone from up there is throwing while spots on it, the drops were falling like they are in some random lines. 

The drops were seem to be in some race , falling down faster and trying to reach the ground and find a place before there fellow snowflake reaches . Like every single drops makes an ocean , the snow flakes were making a magnificent layer of snow , which looks like a white carpet laid on the road. 

The snow makes everything we see around as magical, as if we are in some wonderland, but with the freezing affect we realize that we are not in some other world . 

Its fun to watch kids play in snow, throwing snow balls at each other, just nothing else in mind other than their play. The wonderful stage of any ones life. Snow provoked my childhood memories  again .