Carving the Cards, Diving into the Childhood!

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We all have a child in ourselves. It fades away with time. Recently, Colgate India introduced an incredible theme which can let your mind recollect your old memories (not so old). Yes, you will feel nostalgic if you complete the task they asked for.

It’s just the matter of doing it with fun. You have a scissor in your home, right? Well, then go on. In fact, I did it with my nephew Vivaan who is 9 years old. He solely took the charge to do it on his own. Combining the thoughts he expressed, here is something what he said to me while he was carving the cards.

“I managed to make it somehow and while I was cutting down the cards, I was automatically coming up with a fantasy, relating the characters and the ‘Fictional-Me’. I felt like I am the hero in the space, with all the planets and the sun accompanying me. I was immersed into the curves of the Saturn and the Sun wearing Goggles. Sun must feel so hot in itself. Haha.”

I felt glad and surprised after listening to this explanation. Really, he seemed to have enjoyed doing this puzzle. He also added, “I want to play more of this. Get me more of this.”

Many of us have an ”inner child” who has not been heard, seen, or treated in a healthy nurturing way. As a result, whether it is an inner child, adolescent, or younger adult, feelings of being ignored, abandoned, or not loved may be retained. In this digital age where smartphones have dominated our lives, we should do the silliest tangible but terrible thing. The memories of these feelings are carried into our adult life and often stored till the last cell of the brain decays.

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We all love to see the hero doing action. In our fantasy, we see ourselves as them, saving the world from the enemies. Relating the most practical part of this fun activity, I realised that we are the notorious, and chilled human who doesn’t care for the society but himself/herself.

“Let us liberate ourselves from any form of control. Let us focus at the inner drum, where the rhythm aligns with that of our heart. The measure of responsibility, equals to the need for evolution. Just listen, the inner child, let it whisper in your ear.”
― Grigoris Deoudis

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As one famous author has said, “Imagination is our inner-child and creativity, its playground.” When we let ourselves do the innermost thing, our conscience shows us the potential and vulnerabilities within us that eventually tells us about ‘Real Us’. Isn’t it strange? It so does.

Note- I am the jumping guy in the rectangle shaped card who is the leader of the solar system, beating Sun’s Hotness with my Warm Welcoming Style of Showing Gratitude to all the Shinning Stars of the Space.

“Do you ever plan to grow up, Vivaan?” I asked.

“Not if I can avoid it, no.”

My bicycle My Lamborghini

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My bicycle My Lamborghini-Remember those days when we used to study forcefully & get good marks only to get the ‘Best Ride of the World’

Yes, it is indeed the most wonderful moment when we see small kids learning bicycle-they rise. they fall. The greatest lessons of life is taught by the least complex way & we all have once said ” Hey, my cycle’s brake is more fun than yours, and man the Tyre has never punctured till now “. I don’t think that this lines can be even compared to ” 150 cc Engine, DTSI, 73 km/ liter”.

I know we all had one friend saying “Today my bicycle is in service, will you lift me in double?” And we said responded negatively because we were innocent, we felt more blessed when we have someone on our bicycle. Because there was no competition, there was only humanity

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Bicycle- Every child’s first Lamborghini, isn’t it?

Close your eyes & rewind the tap recorder of your brain to go back in the  stormy wind when you rode the bicycle & came home feeling so tired but very pleased with the way you had fun with your Chaddy-Buddy friends  .

The injury you have when you had a fall must be still on our toes & hands because it doesn’t hurts……It gives a smile

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I Swing both ways-The Swing In the Park.All of us remember the nearest park from our home where we used to play in the evening. The swing, the rides and the green grass that served as our ground for playing the crazy made up games.

The swings were the most fascinating ones. While it went up, it felt that I have nothing to fear and I can soar high up to the sky. While coming down I felt that I am protected by the ground and whatever I do, the ground will bear my fall.

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‘There is garden in every childhood an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer and the morning more fragrant than ever again’ ~Elizabeth Lawrence.

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons.

The young days of life as a child are the ones which we cherish throughout our life.  The most beautiful season of all the season’s of life. But the problem is whatever you in your childhood days, you can’t remember it well, but others do. And when they narrate the story to you, you feel the happiness and freedom you once enjoyed.  You think about the responsibilities you have now and then again your childhood is gone. And whenever you see children playing on the ground you remember your childhood.park swing

I miss my childhood. No homework, no stress, no wake up early, no exams, no problems in life.

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