Every human has fond memories of a place that they cherish throughout their lifetime. For me, it’s my grandmothers place in Mangalore.
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Every summer vacation, my family, maternal uncles, aunties and cousins used to meet up at grandmas place. It was a grand festival like atmosphere where we cousins would run around the house to see what has changed and go on to play endlessly. While we wandered and played around all day and night, the elders had a gala time catching up with life stories and endless chit chatting.
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We spent our summers climbing trees, running through the grass, trying to pluck mangoes by throwing stones and watching the tree climber uncle climbing the coconut tree and throwing coconuts down. By the end of the summers, we used to watch the rains pour down incessantly while we were cocooned inside the house reading books, drawing and playing games.
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I have a treasure-trove of memories of that house. The huge house was replaced by a cluster of small houses. One of them housed my grandma as well. She is no more and neither the big old house, but their memories remain etched in my heart.
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