home

I grew up in this place

Full of love and grace

There was this big house

With courtyards inside  out

My grandfather used to listen to radio in the mornings while sipping tea 

And read newspaper in both English as well as Hindi

Some visitors were a regular entry 

To greet the great old man 

Who was an epitome of selfless service and discipline mannerly 

Summers used to be fun

With cool air from coolers

And mangoes from our village orchard

Tasted better than any other dessert

Power cuts at night interrupted our sleep

But the terrace arrangement for sleeping was no less than a treat.

Afternoons were full of excitement 

As they meant meeting our friends on the terrace.

Three siblings who lived in the adjacent house 

Friends cum family 

We all used to shout out loud

Evenings brought the music of whistles 

As my mom used to cook dinner in the kitchen 

Eating together was so much fun 

That taste still lingers on

Time passed and we grew up

Life took us places

Thankful for that transition 

Parents still live there

And wait for our return in summer vacations 

Whenever we get together 

That house rejoices our presence 

We also go back in time

And relive those moments which rest in every corner and side

This is the tale of that place where me and my brother used to live with our parents  ❤️