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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115

The prompt is to write something in a similar spirit – it could tell the story of a year or day or hour or minute – something that brought about a change in the life of a protagonist, family, community, nation or the world.

 

Life was such fun up to the age of 11.

There were music, dance, studies, games, picnics and all sorts of rides.

Some smooth some bumpy but having parents, siblings, and friends to share it with you is fun nonetheless.

Learning new things every day with friends was such fun which I attended every day till I was 11.

Life was like a nice dream.

Then one fine morning everything changed.

Suddenly I became a grown-up.

In my community girls were not allowed to play outside, laugh loudly or dance and sing after they reached puberty.

An order was passed to take all the childhood fun away from my life. I was suppose to behave in a certain way like, walk like this and talk like this and dress like this all that behaving like a girl.

There were so many dos and don’ts for girls only. Nothing ever changed for the boys. I had entered the realm of youth and childhood was taken away forever.

It made me feel as if a demon has taken control of my life, restricting all my activities.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my life after. Thankfully my parents were liberal, siblings caring and loving. We went to school, then college, movies were allowed with family members. There were lots of books to read, there were indoor games but it was different, not like childhood’s carefree, unadulterated, unrestricted fun.

The carnival called childhood was taken away from my life.

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Glow

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Glow

glow of innocence

Gateway of India, Mumbai

Gateway of India, Mumbai. The Gateway of India is located on the waterfront at the Apollo Bunder area at the end of Chhatrapati Shivaji Marg in South Mumbai and overlooks the Arabian Sea.

Glowing with the sunshine

#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 86 – Tales & Believers

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#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 86 – Tales & Believers

 

The true believers

Of tales of fairies and elves

Never grow out of childhood

There lies hidden in their heart

A child raring to go out

Fantasy, Elves, Dream World, Landscape

Photo source ( free images on pixabay.com)

 

The Daily Post- Bedtime

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In childhood’ bedtime was for  lullaby, stories of fairies, gnomes, demons, prince and princess, adventures…

In youth’ it was time for dreams for future with open eyes, reading stories. How we procrastinated sleep. There was so much to think of , to make plans for future, parties, cricket, football and tennis matches. Who wants to sleep?

In middle age, bedtime was for introspection. How much we have achieved, how much is there to achieve. How much time we have wasted in day dreaming. Are we giving 100 percent to get what we want etc.etc.

Now at old age, bedtime is the time for worry whether sleep will come or night will pass counting sheep or worrying about past or what is in store for us in future. All the sleep procrastination of youth is punishing now with insomnia.

God of sleep eludes

Those cursed with insomnia

Blessed sleep blissfully

 

Limerick Challenge Week 8: Lost

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In childhood some played a lot  
In their youth some slept a lot  
In old age they repent  
How wrongful life they spent  
And  grieve for the lost time a lot 

The Daily Post- Shape Up or Ship Out

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Shape Up or Ship Out

Write a letter to the personality trait you like least, convincing it to shape up or ship out. Be as threatening, theatrical, or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.

Thanks for the great idea, I am Who I am.

I don’t know how to address you. ‘Dear’ I can not write and any other word I have sounded rude even if I don’t like you.

 

You brute- criticism.

I hate it, especially when some people criticize or compare children with each other without thinking that they are doing any harm to them. Whether they do it intentionally or just because they have nothing else to get the conversation going or they themselves suffer from inferiority complex and find children easy target to take out their own frustration.

Children are very emotional and touchy. Always pointing out to them that they are not as good as their siblings or other children their age is harmful to them. They develop an inferiority complex and become depressed which causes health and mantle disorder in them. It hampers their growth. Those who are strong get over this criticism but others suffer badly and become introverts.

As your victim since childhood, I am warning you either shape out if you change your behavior or shape up yourself to positive criticism. There are lots of mild ways to teach/correct children without hurting them.

You might have heard that,

Sandwich every bit of criticism between two layers of praise.

Mary Kay Ash

Hater of negative criticism .

 

The Daily Post- Golden Age

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.

If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?

I would choose to be an adult, fully grown physically and mentally and be able to take responsibility of my decisions.

Being a child always means being dependent on others forever. Who loves being a child and get bullied by grownups? Or always told to shut up when grownups are talking. For few years its okay because we know that one day we will grow up and do whatever we like, take our own decisions.

Being adolescent for ever is also not as tempting as adults are always breathing on your neck. Always preaching what is good for you and what is bad.

It’s better to be an adult with the innocence and purity of a child and energy and enthusiasm of an adolescent.  

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Writing 101, Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You

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Writing 101, Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You

You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be canceled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!

 

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My Voice

Life was like attending a funfair or going to a carnival every day up to the age of 11. There were music, dance, studies, games, picnics and all sorts of rides. Some smooth some bumpy but having parents, siblings, and friends to share it with you was fun nonetheless.

Learning new things every day with friends was such fun which I attended every day till I was 11. Life was like a nice dream.

Then one fine morning everything changed. Suddenly I became a grown-up.

In my community, in 1950/60, girls were not allowed to play outside, laugh loudly or dance and sing after they reached puberty.

An order was passed to take all the childhood fun away from my life.

I have to behave in a certain way, as walk like this and talk like this and all that behaving likes a girl.

I had entered the realm of youth and childhood was taken away forever.

It made me feel as if a demon has taken control of my life, restricting all my activities.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my life after that but it was different, not like childhood’s carefree, unadulterated, unrestricted fun.

The carnival called childhood was taken away from my life.

I was not to go back to my childhood forever.

 

Writing 101, Day Eleven: Size Matters

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Writing 101, Day Eleven: Size Matters

Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths.

 

My House

When I was twelve, I was in Jabalpur city. It is in Madhya Pradesh, India.

Jabalpur is known for its picturesque marble rock formations (Bhedaghat) on the banks of the river Narmada.

As I can recall, our house was a duplex, sandwiched between two duplex houses. I was born here and lived here up to 20.

A big veranda welcomed us before getting inside the house.

There was a drawing room, bedroom, kitchen cum dining space bathroom, storeroom etc. on the ground floor and one room and a terrace upstairs.

It was a very cozy, comfortable and friendly house with a big courtyard next to the kitchen.

Courtyard was our playground, meeting place and a venue for our doll’s marriage ceremony.

It was sufficient for the 7 persons living in it.

My parents and we three sister occupied the ground floor and my uncle and brother occupied upstairs room.

It was okay for them till they got married. There was just five years difference between them.

I had spent best years of my life with my loving, caring family.

There were differences, arguments small fighting between us but we forgot everything quickly and again at our humorous best.

I’m getting carried away by nostalgia.

It’s almost fifty five years, my lovely neighborhood, friends, relatives, my loving uncle, all childhood memories are storming my mind.

My eyes are becoming misty. It is difficult to type more.

I’ll write other details  some other time.

 

Waterfall at Bhedaghat, Jabalpur.( Narmada River)

 

 

 

Haiku-Memories/Weekly Image Of Life: A Lifetime Of Memories

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Haiku- Memories

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Dreams, toys, friends and content sleep

Childhood memories

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Lady Nyo's Weblog

A woman writer's blog with invitations to other writers

Hart Haiku

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Blog Site of Gabriele R.

Post, news, diary... All the world around me, ALL THE WORDS AROUND YOU

Sharing

NEUTRALIZE THE FREE RADICALS

David Redpath

We're all on a road to somewhere.

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About Politics, Religion, Culture, Society, Joy, Thank, Praise, Faith, Hope, Love, Community, Freedom, Peace, Islam, Justice, Truth, Patience and much more.

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Roth Poetry

Poetry From the Heart!

Stine Writing

Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!

The Myth of Trees

sharing the stories of interconnection

With Nature-tanusrirchokhe

A place for boosting up your mind by feeding motivational thoughts and enriching yourself with education.

Rantings Of A Third Kind

The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

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