{"id":114285,"date":"2022-06-25T18:11:45","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T22:11:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114285"},"modified":"2022-06-27T17:40:11","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T21:40:11","slug":"orange-candy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/orange-candy\/","title":{"rendered":"Orange candy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hour -8<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Childhood, when innocence used to be my biggest virtue&#8230;<br \/>\nwhen the world happened to be fair\u2026.<br \/>\nwhen tiny stuff gave me supreme joy,<br \/>\nChildhood when I dwelled in my fantasies \u2026<\/p>\n<p>When the world seems to be selfless<\/p>\n<p>When all appeared to be backers<br \/>\nChildhood, when joy wasn&#8217;t referred to with money.<\/p>\n<p>I just have a vague recollection of my Childhood<br \/>\nChildhood, when my every small effort<br \/>\nWas celebrated with joy<\/p>\n<p>When I was awarded my favorite orange candy<br \/>\nBy none other than our childhood bestie,<\/p>\n<p>Who they call Granny.<\/p>\n<p>That sweetness of candy was a delight<br \/>\nI got one after every race, even if I lost<br \/>\nWhen I was rewarded with my favorite candy<br \/>\nFor my effort,<br \/>\nWhen losing winning was just a part of life,<br \/>\nthe time when my life colors were bright<br \/>\nMy childhood was the time when affection was pure\u2026<br \/>\ntears dwell on my cheeks\u2026<br \/>\nEvery time I see the candies, it will give me Nostalgia forever.<br \/>\nmy childhood will never come back but<br \/>\nthe child in me will always be there<br \/>\n.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Aditi Dixit<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour -8 &nbsp; &nbsp; Childhood, when innocence used to be my biggest virtue&#8230; when the world happened to be fair\u2026. when tiny stuff gave me supreme joy, Childhood when I dwelled in my fantasies \u2026 When the world seems to be selfless When all appeared&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4636,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441,5],"tags":[5206,684],"class_list":["post-114285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2022hour9","tag-childhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4636"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114285"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123903,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114285\/revisions\/123903"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}