Summer Diaries


“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.”

With every sunrise there is a new beginning. And every morning brings its own flavors of life. Our usual summer mornings would kick off at 6 in the morning. Jumping out of our beds, we would run towards the washroom to get a place in the long awaited queue 🙂 . And that time toilets were modern concept in Indian villages and we had only one to our rescue 🙂 To add on to our problems our elders would push us last in the queue by saying our freshen up could wait 😛 as we have nothing important to do 😉 After waiting for long we hurriedly finished our business turn by turn 😛 and raced towards the kitchen to get the delicious cow milk. Our grandmother had a cow named LALI who was Jersey cow and use to give about 10 liters of milk in a day. A glass of milk was accompanied with sweets made of khoya (is a dairy product) and white misres (Sugar cubes) 🙂 .

cone shaped sugar cubes
cone shaped sugar cubes

After relishing our mornings with sweetness we would rush to our GAME ZONE.


Every day was different for us as we played different games each day. But the most played and exciting one was “Ghar-Ghar”(Home-Home). My elder cousin who was our boss usually decided who would play which character in the game 🙂 As I was quite obedient she used to make me her baby .Sometimes when someone else wanted to be her child she would become my mother-in-law and made me a newly bride 😉 At that time being bride was so beautiful I just had to wear beautiful sarees (a garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body) that were taken stealthy from my grandmother’s closet 🙂 . They were my first lessons towards understanding Indian married life :). Those days taught me how to wear sarees and saved me in my initial days of matrimonial life 🙂

cotton saree
cotton saree


Sometimes when my male cousins didn’t oblige we would decide to play shopping game 🙂 Here all boys would become shopkeepers and sell something 🙂 we girls would simply do our favorite work 😉 by playing shoppers 🙂 . My brother always opened a Paan shop 🙂 making a different kind of Paan with Litchi leaves having tulsi and sugar in it but the most amazing part was that the spit and stain was exactly of RED color 🙂

Our paan ingredients and original meetha paan
Our paan ingredients and original meetha paan

We would keep eating them until we were caught doing this by some elders. One of my cousin would become saree shop owner and would drape sarees on his body 😀 and would beg us to buy one from him 🙂 .The currency was made out of old newspaper with numbers written on them 🙂


At times when we got bored of playing all the games we would accompany our grandmother to paddy fields and would get in the mud to help the labors in ploughing 🙂 .

paddy field
paddy field

It was less of help and more of fun for all of us 🙂 . We drenched ourselves in mud and would be pleaded by labors not to help them anymore :P. After being dragged out of the fields we were taken to canals for quick showers 🙂 .After doing so much of work we were given roasted corns with sprinkle of lime and black salt on it.



There were days when we would just roam on our village streets. At times we were entertained in other people’s home where they gave us their home grown fruits 🙂 Some were quite loving lot who would ask us to have lunch in their homes and we dutifully obliged to their insistence 🙂 . According to my mom and my relatives I was a very cute kid and people would love to hold me and use to take me to their home 🙂 One such time I went to someone‘s place and they offered me lunch and I said OK I will have it but let me call my other siblings too 🙂 In village my sibling grew from one to seven 🙂 I called them all from home and they had to offer lunch to all of us 😛 . After that they called us for snacks 😉 but never offered meal 😀


To be continued …..

Please read the other chapters if you have missed them from below :

Chapter 1



71 thoughts on “Summer Diaries

  1. Ha ha! that toilet queue! gosh! Unfortunately, I have never been to a village so city life had a different kind of fun with cousins. I haven’t ever seen that big sugar cube and in that shape, never! Amazing! Great post and what a great memoir you are writing! 🙂

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    1. ha ha:D Yeah I restrained myself from telling other toilet stories 😛 Do you remember that prank song which was made from “neele gagan ke tale” to ” panditji jungle ke aur chale” 😛 It was so hilarious 😛
      Cousin reunion is fun irrespective of the place 🙂 Thank you for all the love dear ❤


  2. It’s as if time stood still in this chapter. The joys of being a child again means having so much freedom and zero stress!! 😛 The name of the game was having fun and you certainly did that with your cousins which was fun to read. 🙂 You write very well, I can visualize everything 🙂


    1. Jennifer I love it when you say you can visualize what I wrote ❤ Thank you darling 🙂 I think childhood is one of the best period of having a carefree life 🙂 But now days childhood is different ..children seldomly play ..internet has ruined it 😦

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  3. Awww, more nostalgic memories to cherish 🙂 ❤ And only a village is the place where we go round to everyone's houses and spend time with the people that voluntarily invite us inside 🙂 Hailing from a village myself, I could relate with a lot of the memories ❤ I adored that home game 😉 I remember from my old childhood we loved to play Mums and Dads too 😀 Me and a friend of mine used to play Disney Princesses as well 😀 Haha. I vividly remember the pair of us flooding thE bathroom because we played The Little Mermaid in the bathtub XD Lovely post, Neeraja Di! 💋😍 Continue writing! You're awesome!

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  4. You have no idea how nostalgic you are making me …I am feeling like we were neighbors in childhood. 😛 I wonder why I never got the idea of writing a post like this…you make me feel like going back to those days in Pithoragarh and play ghar ghar, chupam chupai, ice-water and what not. Oh…I miss those days. 😦

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    1. I am so glad that you connected with my memoirs 🙂 oh wow you spent your childhood in pithoragarh 🙂 I have been their once for a wedding 🙂 It is one very beautiful place 🙂 I have funny journey experience to that place ..will write about it for sure and yes one of my aunt (bua) is married there and one of my aunt(chachi) hails from there 🙂 you should write about your memoirs too 🙂 it would be a great experience for you 🙂


      1. I would like to hear that story. and yes Pithoragarh is mesmerizing… I spent 10 years of my childhood there. I am one true pahadi ladki. 😛 I am sure if we start talking about our relatives we’ll find out a relation between us… 😛 That’s what we people soon as we find someone from our place. 😛 😛
        I was thinking to write about my childhood at Pithoragarh… I have written many posts before but not like a story. I should work on it soon I guess. 🙂 I just get scared that somehow my family will find out about my blog and I’ll be doomed. 😉

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      2. Yeah I will surely come up with that story 🙂 and we can meet whenever we are in the same city 🙂 Yeah I know how pahadi’s get connected and find relations among themselves 😛
        And don’t worry no body reads you until you tell them to read it 🙂 So until you become a famous author no one in your family is going to know about your blog 😉 So keep writing whatever you wish to write 🙂 I would love to read your post on your life 🙂


    1. thank you so much 🙂 I just found out your blogs and loved your answers 🙂 and I was about to make a comment on your about me page 😉 thanx for follow up 🙂 Hope I keep you engaged 🙂

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  5. Wow! Great story 😉 I love your words 😛 and you know, I am your partner in using smileys 😀 I could relate to some of the things and have been a part of ghar-ghar game & mela wala game also 😉 waiting for the to-be-continued part 😛

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  6. When I feel low on smileys, I must visit your site 🙂

    You are smiley queen and I feel less embarrassed at my overuse of smileys 🙂 🙂

    This story is wonderful and as I also spent considerable time in villages in my early childhood I can relate well with most of your stories.

    I feel I loved hide-and-seek more. Perhaps because I love mystery and thrill.

    Nice post Neeraja.

    Stay blessed.

    P. S. Would you like to join our alumni forum. You will be a wonderful member there.

    Anand 🙂


    1. hey yeah its the second time I am getting this compliment(I am considering it as one 😀 ) of overusing the smileys 😛 .. I just love them 🙂 They emote my emotions attached with those incidents…lines and people 🙂 Glad you could relate to my post 🙂 Hide and seek was also one game 🙂 but when you are two large in number 😛 it doesn’t work 😉 games ends with fights and cries 😛
      Yes I would like to join the club 🙂 But would like to know details ?

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      1. confusions ..can you clarify it ?? I mean i need to put comment on a blog post ?? so what kind of comment it should be ..any specific like add me or something ??

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  7. Whoa!!
    I think all our childhood memories are same.. It gives the same feel of my old days.. 🙂
    Look how world is connected!! people from different corners almost had the same childhood days… 🙂
    I wish those days to be back again.. Back again as the same for our kids too.. In this world where technology conquered human life.. I need my kids to play in the paddy fields.. (scarcely I can find any 😦 ) I wish them play cricket in the streets.. I wish them look up from the gadgets and feel the fresh air..
    Got emotionally attached to your memoir dear.. Keep on writing!!
    Waiting for the next.. This journey is awesome.. 🙂 ❤ 🙂

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    1. Yeah very true 🙂 The childhood of our age kids was same irrespective geographical boundaries 🙂 I too wish for an Hour-Reversal Charm of Harry Potter’s Time Turner to make me live one day as a kid again 🙂 Technology has made the world better but has snatched away the time and plays from kids …I don’t know how will they write memoirs 🙂 Thank you for such a beautiful comment dear 🙂 Glad that my these memoirs are taking you down your memory lane 🙂

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      1. From the first chapter to till now I am walking with your memories..tasting again my memories.. 🙂
        You know Neerja.. Sometimes God will make us feel our life again.. I mostly felt that whenever I am reading.. And your memoirs gives the same feel.. 🙂 Am living my past again through this.. 🙂

        People like you are making me bound to this WordPress platform…
        Love you for everything you have written.. 🙂
        Love you my dear.. ❤
        Stay Blessed! 🙂

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      2. Now I am overwhelmed by your love dear ❤ I am out of words 🙂 The way you shower love on me 🙂 and boost me is really adorable 🙂 Thank you 🙂 But I would say it's because of you guys that I could build up the courage to write this memoir and its for you guys that I try to make it more pleasurable and authentic 🙂 Straight from my neurons 😉 I think our friendship will surely outlast WP 😉

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      3. I can understand how WP is building you up as a writer.. The same happens to me too.. Only because of some wonderful souls like you.. 🙂
        And that’s true that every time we are trying more hard to make our post pleasurable for our mates and readers.. 🙂 And you are winning in that.. 🙂
        And yeah!! Let this friendship outlast.. 🙂
        Long live we all together!! 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much Sri 🙂 I think kids of our time didn’t had gadgets at that time so they played all these games 🙂 this show where ever we live people are just same 🙂 I will try to relive as many memories of my childhood as much as I can 🙂

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