One of my very best posts written last year on 10th of October. I hope you enjoy reading it and it brings back beautiful memories of your summer holidays, grandma’s home, your roots…Do share your thoughts. Would love to hear it. Happy Reading!
A 1978 file photo of my grandmother and me
Mangalore is a coastal city in the southwest of India. Coconut trees, paddy fields, buffalo races, temples, beaches, a life that moves at it’s own pace is what makes this place so different from the other cities in India. It was the only place I visited year after year, every summer holiday because it was where grandma lived. I don’t remember being bored or wanting anything else. I would look forward to these holidays with enthusiasm every year.
Grandma’s home had many, many rooms that could house the entire family at any point in time- uncles, aunts, cousins, their children.A home which had paddy fields at the back, the village school in the front and neighbors on both sides, who knew each other for generations.
Writing this post today, makes me nostalgic. I vividly remember loving every moment of my time there- right from the minute the flight…
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