Why Aren't My Summers Special Anymore?

When I speak, I speak for an honorary time when long summer vacations and summer camps weren't a thing, at least in the small town we lived back in {which isn't the same anymore}. We all craved comfort in the arms of each other. When we were free from the worries of the so-called modern world. When subtle little things gave us moments to remember forever.

My summers used to be very special and whenever I guess I feel sad I look back at that time to get cheered up.
Me and my grandmother we used to spend a hell lot of time together. Summers and their vacation, it was a time to just sit back and play and study a lil bit because of holiday's homework, which by the way was mostly done in the last few days and mostly by our mums! But that scorching heat of the sun carried some special and exceptional memories. When "special" the word wasn't traded with expensive gifts or some hopelessly crazy stuff, but those little things which we cared about are now unforgettable memories.

Mine definitely would be eating mangoes in summer. Oh God! I used to spell Mango as Gogo irrespective of the fact that I knew how to spell it. I would eat my so-called gogos in innumerable amount and rub the juice of that which was left on my hands on my tummy and face so that somebody would take me to rinse off that and I would feel very cool and would be like a second bath of the day. 

Then I would head directly for an afternoon nap, which is very very special to me, my grandmother and I would lay down and she used to recite me some stories of Chicku and Mashkra that she and my grandfather made up together to make us fall asleep. She kept swirling her finger in my hair that used to give me an uncertain amount of relaxation and happiness which I think, I cannot describe in words. 

At that time we had only one cooler in the room and had no AC at home. Then if still, I would be feeling hot then she would sprinkle some water on the bedsheet and dip her dupatta in water and drench out excess water and give it to me to wrap as a sheet on myself and that would cool my whole body and I would feel as I am sleeping in some other dimension, I would wake up so happy and when I did she would secretly give me money to buy toffees and a lot, which was illegal in my home because my grandfather used to give me pocket money and then I would take ice cream from that to top off my day.

Well, it wasn't for so long when those summers dimmed their lights. I will never get that similar kind of feeling anywhere in this world that I used to in those unforgettable summers. Now, as the time flies the promise to stay forever starts vanishing in itself, so when the fairy God took her away from the earth she forgot to take back the memories from me that I will enjoy forever. Just like two parallel lines going together till infinity and never meeting.


-SAMARTH SARIN