A cute summer memory by Priya Srivastava
Some places in life never leave us, no matter how far we travel or how much we grow. For me, that place was none other than my grandparents’ home in a small town in Bihar. People often called it a small town, but for me, it was no less than the biggest and happiest city in the world. It carried my childhood within its streets, its people, and the warmth of my grandparents’ love. The most beautiful part was that both my grandmother and my maternal grandmother lived in the same town. I was loved equally by both of them, and every summer vacation felt like entering a world made only of affection, freedom, and happiness. We used to wait the entire year for those vacations. The excitement would begin days before the journey itself. The six-hour train journey with cousins and family was an adventure of its own. Every railway station felt like a story waiting to be heard. Different people entered the train from different destinations, carrying different accents, habits, and emotions. I ...