"There was a time when my world was larger than 5.5-inch screen.
It was the time when I did not have to put 'Feeling Happy' caption on my photo to express my happiness.
It was the time when I used to love and cry genuinely.
It was the time when I used to believe in everything I see.
It was a golden time, it was my childhood."
My childhood was just like yours. I used to believe in whatever my parents and my friends told me. I have a blurred memory of an instance when I was 7. One fine day, my mom told me - "Aaj Makarsankranti hai, agar aaj nahi nahaya toh agle janm mein Lanka ka gadha banega!"
And guess what, I started thinking "Silly foreigners! They have no idea about Makarsankranti. Many of them will not bath today and they will become donkey in their next birth." I still smile whenever I recall this.
So friends, I am here with some myths we all blindly believed in our childhood.
I was literally shivering while watching it, but later I heard my friends saying, 'Ghost can't enter a room where a picture of God is kept'. From that day, a photo of Lord Krishna became my ultimate protection.
The next day I was playing it with my cousin at night. And I remember my mother said, "Naag shabd matt bolna, Naag devta aa jaenge!" From that day I left uttering the word 'snake' at night.
As a kid, I always wondered how I born. Once I asked my mom about it and she told me the 'Farishta story'. I lived whole my childhood days with the question, 'How that angel looks?'
I wish we all still believe in this today, tomorrow and always.
I had a huge collection of Boomer's stickers, but once my uncle told me 'kaanta laga' girl's story, I did not use any.
Multiple times it happened that I gulped down chewing gum and scared like hell.
My mom used to put a knife under my pillow so that I wouldn't get nightmares and bother her.
I used to avoid eating watermelons just because of the seeds. Poor me!
When I was a kid, I was told that manufacturers mix lizard's powder in Chutki, so I stopped eating it. I always wondered "Itni sari chipkaliyan aati kahan se hongi and do they taste like Chutki?"
I used to take special care of my parents' footwears because they used to fight a lot.
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