Unfortunately, seasonal vacations are losing the charm they enjoyed in our younger days.
As children, we used to go to our maternal grandmother’s house for 12 to 15 days during summer. No study, only play. Rarely did anyone have an air conditioner at that time. The power cuts were frequent then. As a result, we all used to sleep on the terrace under the starry nights, keeping an earthen pot of water to quench thirst.
The ice cream vendor was an important figure during summer. Early-morning park visits, Sunday picnics and Nani’s special brunch with siblings doubled our enjoyment. The days passed on so fast that we all siblings eagerly wait for the next summer once the vacation is over. We never wanted to return to the routine life full of rush and competition.
