Summer Diaries

Chapter 1

“Each golden day of our summer vacation was cherish-able , for we had the feeling that each could be our last.”

Lately, I have talked a lot about my summer vacations at my maternal grandparent’s house. So, I thought I need to unleash my memories bit by bit to make a beautiful memoir. It is the tale of one little girl who use to live with her family in a small town which was part of a big country India.

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My grandmother use to live in a beautiful small village called Dhikuli near a teeny town called Ramnagar,Uttarakhand in India 🙂 This place is famous as one of the oldest national park of India. It was a big house having 14 rooms. For us this was a gateway from all the worries of city life.

On the onset of summers my parents use to declare time ultimatum for us to finish our holiday homework .And me and my brother like dedicated labors use to work on it day and night. Phew …as soon as it used to get finished, we use to nag our parents to start our journey towards our blissful heaven 🙂

My father use to work in a private company at that time which didn’t had the concept of 5 days a week (for him it’s still not there 😛 ) . So the first Sunday after we finished our allotted task, we use to go for our summer shopping 🙂 .At that time we use to get new apparel’s only twice a year once for our summer trip and another one for our birthday 🙂

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Now wearing our new dresses carrying the water bottles (because it was the only piece of luggage I can carry at that time 😛 ) with a 32 teeth smile on our faces we entered in a bus. The usual fight between me and my brother use to arise …..Who will sit beside the window 😛 without making a scene my mother use to settle the fight by giving us chance to change our turn every two hours 🙂

Once the bus left the bus station, I prayed to speed fast the traveling time. I use to wave-off my hand to all the tall buildings. After passing some time looking in and out of the bus we started making puppy faces, to get something from the hawkers entering in the bus on every bus station. From orange candies to orange packet juices … roasted peanuts to eating coconut our varied variety intakes use to make our journey more happening and beautiful 🙂

It was almost a 12 hour journey if we didn’t encounter any traffic jams 😛 . A 12 hour journey at that time in an Indian summer and non-AC bus was back-breaking but nothing absolutely nothing used to break our zeal. Landing their use to give us goose bumps. We could not believe that we have finally reached our most cherished place. Dumbfounded by the magnificent scenery that lay before our eyes, we got down from bus. Down from the bus my parents used to teach us to greet every one we met on our way…

To this day I find it quiet amusing that everyone used to be our aunt and uncle and everyone knew everyone else? It was like a very big family living under different roof but one sky 🙂

To be continued ……