My Grandpa - The man who coloured my childhood!!!
The man who coloured my childhood Everyone of us should have gone through the best part of our lives without even knowing the fact that those moments are never going to come back again. Having been a part of the never ending rat-race, I have never thought about those fruitful memories. Now that I’m away from all those hustles and bustles of life, my memories often go on a roller-coaster, spiralling back to the past. I remember, I still remember my carefree days of childhood spent in my grandma’s house. The enchanting village with groves to look through the window; the never ending snacks; the lovely, kind neighbours and their fun-loving children who used to be my partners in crime; the jingling pebbles; sweet-sour mangoes; quirky toys; meddling aunties, etc., Every single thing has formed numerous kaleidoscopic patterns in my heart. How bindas it was then! No one to stop me from being a queen of my kingdom; jumping over the fence; sleeping until 8 in the morning; spending a whole d