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Summer vacations!

I started writing this blog last to last year, but was unable to complete and post it due to tons of reasons.
Unfortunately, in the meantime, my Jhaiji (nani) passed away!
While returning from her house, her city, I remembered about this blog and realized that my summer vacations are now over, the happiest part of my childhood is over!!! 
Nani k bina koi bhi ghar nani ka ghar nh ho sakta na :)

Summer vacations-the best part of our childhood. 

Being from a middle-class family, summer vacations always meant staycation at nani house. 

Our group would spend a whole month of summer vacations happily in the same house following the same routine of playing Ludo every night, getting scolded every day for getting up late, having yummy breakfast made by my mami ji and nani ji, taking turns to take bath, then taking turns to play video games, fighting and teasing each other, eating kulfi, snatching golgappas from each other, laughing our hearts out, and simply ignoring our holiday homework!

The day I heard my nani passed away, I was packing to go to meet her as me and my husband had our tickets booked for the next day!

The worst part? We went without tickets, and couldn't meet her!

While returning from her house, every summer vacation played like a flashback movie in my mind.

Suddenly I turned to my husband and said my summer vacations are now over!

Yes, with time all cousins drifted apart due to jobs and marriages, but still if we ever got time we all would go and meet nani and relive our bachpan ke holidays!

Yes, we all can still meet and stay together, but who will come at the middle of the night to scold us to stop playing Ludo and sleep; who would make yummy tea for us; who would hug my mother like a baby; who would call us by our mother's name; who will go to temple every morning and evening and bring us tasty prasad; who will teach us bhajans; and to whom will my mother look upto when she will need her mother?

Nani ka ghar is nani ka ghar till your nani is there, then it becomes mama ji ka ghar; bhaiya bhabhi ka ghar. Although I will still go that my mama ji and bhaiya bhabhi ka ghar with the same excitement and love, but that empty room will always pinch my heart!



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