The place where I was born

I was born in a small town. A small city which was quiet in its own right.Every second house belonged to somebody pretty close and there was a relationship with the vendors crossing by the roads.Weekends were full of excitement as my grandmother's home was my favorite place offering limitless enjoyment. My dad had a two wheeler which was generous enough to accommodate four of us- mom,dad me and my younger brother.The rides on the scooter were so much fun and those late night ice cream shop visits were mandatory while coming back from my grandmother's house cum our permanent tourist destination. A South Indian restaurant was a happy place for our four people kingdom. When I recall the olden times it makes me wonder how mom and dad did it all with so much ease and perfection

There was a coaching at a walking distance from my house which helped children pick up the profession of their choice. I too studied there but my efforts were not enough to get me through the entrance test and I decided to join a college which was the only one in the city and stood alone like a monument. Time passed ,lives took new turns and me and my brother departed on our own journeys with hope and excitement. My parents still live there and wait for us to visit them. They are still the same making things easy and comfortable for us to catch up with the trend.

It's a glimpse of the place where I was born.