Anjana often found herself running endlessly. Running in order to reach the classroom so that she doesn’t get late, running after the bus, running after the professors. Making friends posed another problem as she never had any back home but now she felt lonely and so wanted to talk to people. At times she would stand in front of the mirror alone and talk to herself. Slowly and slowly she got used to all the running around and the pace. She learnt how to make friends and spend time with them. She was thankful that now she had a few people she could speak to. But in her heart she longed to go back. She missed the river, the mandir, the sunrise and everything that she grew up watching. She was not really herself in that vast ocean of people in that big city and often at night she tried to listen to the silences but the city never slept.
During her many trips to the local market near her college with her new friends she often saw many youngsters sitting in groups at restaurants, standing on pavement, chatting, enjoying, having a good time and she wondered what made them so happy. She didn’t understand that sometimes being with people and the togetherness became the source of happiness. She didn’t know that so many of those students like her had left their birth place in search of better education and better life. Of course she didn’t understand that because for her there was no better life than the life she had back home.
She often found herself struggling to match the madness that the city had. Traveling in the city buses she often found herself being shoved and pushed by fellow passengers who were always in a hurry to either go in the front or at the rear of the bus. And the language which the bus conductors used was too unparliamentary for her. She just made her peace with the fact that maybe Delhi is a place where people are too impatient to be polite.
One year of madness passed and she was overjoyed that holidays were finally here and now she could go home. This became her routine year after year. After a long year of drudgery and monotony she looked forward to going home every year after her exams in April. And like a rhythm she began to enjoy it. She got used to running around and rude impolite conversations, to the vastness of the city, to the distances that it had, to the street side food, to her cramped hostel room and the long bathroom queues and the early morning rush, to the noise of at least ten different alarms from ten different rooms at six in the morning in the hall way.
Time went by real fast and before she could realize college was over and it was time to go home. She was busy packing her things during her last few days in her room and mentally ticking off items that she had packed. On her very last day she met all her hostel mates and bid them goodbye promising to keep in touch. In the end she went to meet one of her professors whom she had grown really fond of, she touched her feet and her professor said “Anjana I could see a lot of myself in you. I was just like you when I first came to this city. I hated it in the beginning but once I was back home after graduation I missed it. That’s when I found out I was in love with this place. This place taught me to open my eyes to the new world, fly high and yet be grounded and to love my home town more. It gave me the freedom to be what I wanted to be and chart out my own path. I hope you get what you wanted in life. And if you ever want anything in future don’t hesitate to contact me. All the best” and with that she left for her class. After she was gone Anjana stood there thinking for a long time about how she really felt about being away from home. But seeing her father and mother approaching her all her doubts vanished. She rushed forward to hug them and told them she couldn’t wait to get home...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
CHAPTER 2
Anjana had a picture perfect life till few years ago. She lived in Kanpur before her marriage, with her parents and an elaborate joint family in a huge mansion. It was a government bungalow which was allotted to her grandfather as he was the chief engineer in the electricity board, a very high and noble position in a small place like Kanpur in those days. She grew up in a fairly large family with uncles and aunts and cousins. The house was always full of laughter and noises. Festivals and family events were celebrated with extra enthusiasm. Anjana never knew what it is to be truly alone as she was always surrounded by cousins and other people. Even though her family was not extraordinarily wealthy but it had a comfortable life since a government job always came with certain perks. There were three servants to take care of the family and a government provided car, a white Ambassador, which was used on every weekend and on family picnics. The same white elephant of a car dropped Anjana and all the other kids in the family to school.
Her early years were full of a fun and laughter and the caring and sharing which is usually associated with such large families. She loved Kanpur, and she had probably never experienced what it was like to live somewhere else. To her, her world was her birth place and the village where she went every summer. She never had many friends as she had enough cousins who were her companions all the time, so going for a movie or an outing with friends was out of question. It was always fun to go to the bazaar with Natu and Nidhi who were the son and daughter of her father’s younger brother and also Anju’s favorite cousins. The three of them would go out every evening to the Shiv Mandir and then to enjoy Gokul’s Chaat which was famous all over Kanpur for being the most spicy chaat ever. To anyone else her life would have seemed too simple and boring but to Anju it was the best. She had all the people she ever loved right by her side and nothing that she ever needed was more than an arm’s distance away.
Her parents were her support system whom she loved immensely but she was closer to her mother than she was to her father who was a man of few words and strict discipline. He worked in a bank which was quite close to their home because of which he could spend ample time with the family. All the children in the family were afraid of him as he made sure that everyone got up early in the morning and went to school on time. He also made sure that every single child was given some or the other work to do so that they learnt the value of being self dependent. Every week he would allocate some work to the children which included tasks like cleaning their rooms, pruning the fences in the garden, cleaning the windows of the car etc. It was her mother who was the source of love and affection. She would at times save the children from her father’s discipline by occasionally helping them out with their allocated chores and preparing tasty dishes which disappeared the moment they were laid out on the table. She would often sing Anju to sleep when she found it difficult to do so. But her favorite activity was to oil Anju’s long hair and sing while she did that. Anjana wanted to be exactly like her mother when she grew up as she felt she was perfect in every way. She knew how to cook the most amazing food which was often the highlight of every celebration in the family, she knew how to sing people to sleep and was so full of love that all the children of the house wanted her to cook for them and came running to her if something went wrong rather than going to their own mothers.
Anjana loved spending her summers at her grandfather’s native village which was about five hours from Kanpur. It meant two months of non-stop fun in the village minus all the studies. Anju along with her cousins would go for a swim in the river. They had an orchard which had hundreds of mango trees and a few Jamun trees. They all would gather in the orchard or “Bagh” as they called it, in the afternoon when all the elders were taking their afternoon naps after lunch. They would play hide and seek or climb the trees or simply sit and enjoy the mangoes and jamuns from their orchard. She loved to wake up before sunrise every morning to go and sit by the river and watch the sun rise. The reflection of the rising sun in the flowing waters of the river always gave her a sense of peace and contentment. Because for her this was her world where she had a chunk of her own sky, sun, air and the flowing river and she could enjoy it all undisturbed in the early morning hours. To her it felt like god himself painted a canvas in all shades of green and blue and presented to her in form of this beloved spot where she sat everyday during those two summer months when she came to the village.
Once the vacations were over they would all come back to Kanpur and resume their routine. Anjana again got busy with her studies and her day to day life but she always waited for summers which would take her to the river again.
After she finished her schooling her grandfather wanted her to go Delhi to pursue her higher studies as he felt it was important for children in his family to get educated and follow their ambitions. But she on the other hand wanted to stay in Kanpur and finish her studies. What her grandfather didn’t know was that Anjana was not very ambitious. For her, her family was everything and so the thought of going away from it brought tears to her eyes. But her grandfather didn’t show any signs of letting her stay in Kanpur. He felt that the world was changing and that the kids needed to move out of the comfort zone and face the real world. Anjana on the other hand was terrified of big cities as she had often heard about bad things that happened to people there. She had often heard her father describing the life in Delhi as fast and she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant but she could figure out that people didn’t go and sit by the river or played under the mango trees. And she wasn’t sure if she would get Gokul’s chaat there. So, after much cribbing and crying Anjana’s bags were packed and she was sent to Delhi for graduation.
On the day she was to leave for Delhi her mother gave her a parcel and asked her to open it only in the train, which, she later realized was her favorite chaat. She also received many farewell presents from her cousins and other family members which ranged from new clothes to Pen sets and teary eyed good byes. Especially from Natu who wouldn’t let her go and clung to her tightly but a firm command from grandfather was enough to change his mind. She was accompanied by her father and grandfather to Delhi and to her college where she was to study. After completing the necessary formalities all three sat in the college canteen for some time and had lunch. Anjana though not hungry still ate as she was scared that her father might scold her for not eating. Once the lunch was over they got up and that’s when she realized it was time for them to leave for Kanpur. She couldn’t believe that she was being left alone in this big city all by herself and she hated her father and grandfather for leaving her there like that.
Once they left she was truly alone, and depressed so she headed for her hostel. From then on life changed completely. She was used to the languid pace of life in Kanpur and so the every day hustle and bustle and early morning que for bathroom in the hostel puzzled her...
Her early years were full of a fun and laughter and the caring and sharing which is usually associated with such large families. She loved Kanpur, and she had probably never experienced what it was like to live somewhere else. To her, her world was her birth place and the village where she went every summer. She never had many friends as she had enough cousins who were her companions all the time, so going for a movie or an outing with friends was out of question. It was always fun to go to the bazaar with Natu and Nidhi who were the son and daughter of her father’s younger brother and also Anju’s favorite cousins. The three of them would go out every evening to the Shiv Mandir and then to enjoy Gokul’s Chaat which was famous all over Kanpur for being the most spicy chaat ever. To anyone else her life would have seemed too simple and boring but to Anju it was the best. She had all the people she ever loved right by her side and nothing that she ever needed was more than an arm’s distance away.
Her parents were her support system whom she loved immensely but she was closer to her mother than she was to her father who was a man of few words and strict discipline. He worked in a bank which was quite close to their home because of which he could spend ample time with the family. All the children in the family were afraid of him as he made sure that everyone got up early in the morning and went to school on time. He also made sure that every single child was given some or the other work to do so that they learnt the value of being self dependent. Every week he would allocate some work to the children which included tasks like cleaning their rooms, pruning the fences in the garden, cleaning the windows of the car etc. It was her mother who was the source of love and affection. She would at times save the children from her father’s discipline by occasionally helping them out with their allocated chores and preparing tasty dishes which disappeared the moment they were laid out on the table. She would often sing Anju to sleep when she found it difficult to do so. But her favorite activity was to oil Anju’s long hair and sing while she did that. Anjana wanted to be exactly like her mother when she grew up as she felt she was perfect in every way. She knew how to cook the most amazing food which was often the highlight of every celebration in the family, she knew how to sing people to sleep and was so full of love that all the children of the house wanted her to cook for them and came running to her if something went wrong rather than going to their own mothers.
Anjana loved spending her summers at her grandfather’s native village which was about five hours from Kanpur. It meant two months of non-stop fun in the village minus all the studies. Anju along with her cousins would go for a swim in the river. They had an orchard which had hundreds of mango trees and a few Jamun trees. They all would gather in the orchard or “Bagh” as they called it, in the afternoon when all the elders were taking their afternoon naps after lunch. They would play hide and seek or climb the trees or simply sit and enjoy the mangoes and jamuns from their orchard. She loved to wake up before sunrise every morning to go and sit by the river and watch the sun rise. The reflection of the rising sun in the flowing waters of the river always gave her a sense of peace and contentment. Because for her this was her world where she had a chunk of her own sky, sun, air and the flowing river and she could enjoy it all undisturbed in the early morning hours. To her it felt like god himself painted a canvas in all shades of green and blue and presented to her in form of this beloved spot where she sat everyday during those two summer months when she came to the village.
Once the vacations were over they would all come back to Kanpur and resume their routine. Anjana again got busy with her studies and her day to day life but she always waited for summers which would take her to the river again.
After she finished her schooling her grandfather wanted her to go Delhi to pursue her higher studies as he felt it was important for children in his family to get educated and follow their ambitions. But she on the other hand wanted to stay in Kanpur and finish her studies. What her grandfather didn’t know was that Anjana was not very ambitious. For her, her family was everything and so the thought of going away from it brought tears to her eyes. But her grandfather didn’t show any signs of letting her stay in Kanpur. He felt that the world was changing and that the kids needed to move out of the comfort zone and face the real world. Anjana on the other hand was terrified of big cities as she had often heard about bad things that happened to people there. She had often heard her father describing the life in Delhi as fast and she wasn’t exactly sure what it meant but she could figure out that people didn’t go and sit by the river or played under the mango trees. And she wasn’t sure if she would get Gokul’s chaat there. So, after much cribbing and crying Anjana’s bags were packed and she was sent to Delhi for graduation.
On the day she was to leave for Delhi her mother gave her a parcel and asked her to open it only in the train, which, she later realized was her favorite chaat. She also received many farewell presents from her cousins and other family members which ranged from new clothes to Pen sets and teary eyed good byes. Especially from Natu who wouldn’t let her go and clung to her tightly but a firm command from grandfather was enough to change his mind. She was accompanied by her father and grandfather to Delhi and to her college where she was to study. After completing the necessary formalities all three sat in the college canteen for some time and had lunch. Anjana though not hungry still ate as she was scared that her father might scold her for not eating. Once the lunch was over they got up and that’s when she realized it was time for them to leave for Kanpur. She couldn’t believe that she was being left alone in this big city all by herself and she hated her father and grandfather for leaving her there like that.
Once they left she was truly alone, and depressed so she headed for her hostel. From then on life changed completely. She was used to the languid pace of life in Kanpur and so the every day hustle and bustle and early morning que for bathroom in the hostel puzzled her...
CHAPTER 1
It was a lazy summer afternoon. The park right in front of the house was full of cows dogs and similar such creatures who had found a shady spot in some or the other corner of the park and were now taking their afternoon nap, blissfully unaware of the toll that the mid summer heat was taking on the humans. The grass which is a vibrant shade of green in winters and spring was a burnt golden now because of excessive exposure to the sun and at many places it wasn’t there, making visible the dry parched earth beneath it. It was a perfectly still airless day. The trees, the flowers and leaves on them and the birds hidden behind the branches, all seemed reluctant to move or make a noise, too comfortable in their shady summer slumber.
Inside the house Amma was resting on the bare floor, relishing the comparative cool it provided and cursing the ceiling fan every now and then for being so ineffective in this heat. But what could the poor ceiling fan do, it was old and was there in the house for as long as Nilanjan could remember. He looked up at the fan which was moving at the slowest possible speed so unwillingly as if saying I am as old as Amma and I don’t have any strength left now.
Nilanjan was seven years old and more often than not he did not understand why his grandmother grumbled so much about the heat and the summers. For him summers meant a two month long break from school and non stop playing with his friends in the neighborhood and his favorite Anshuman dadda. But this year dadda was busy and could not play with him much. Nilanjan was in third standard but dadda was in tenth and was appearing in the board exams this year so he did not have summer vacations. Dadda would go to school everyday even before Nilanjan was awake and would return only in the afternoon. This made him really sad and he often tried to force dadda to stay at home like him so that they could play videogames and hide and seek so many other games but Ma would not listen of it. And even after dadda came back from school he had no time to play because he had homework to do and prepare for tests, which made Nilanjan think if even he would have to work so hard once he grew up.
Everyday once Amma was asleep and Nilanjan could hear her snoring he would quietly try and sneak out of the house so that he could play in the park but he rarely succeeded. The large iron-gate made so much noise when he tried to open it that it woke up not only Amma but Rani the housemaid and sometimes even the neighbors as well, and then he would be dragged back into the house by Amma. She would scold Nilanjan for being such a brat and then would start of with her usual dialogues about how old she is and her old creaking bones need to rest but no one this world lets her do that and now she has to run after this spoilt child every afternoon in the heat. And then she would try and explain it to him that it is not good to go out in the harsh sun and play in peak afternoon hours and he might fall sick because of that.
Hearing his grandmother say the same things over and over again Nilanjan felt mortified. His face would have a sullen expression and everyday he would go sit on the swing in the porch and doze off, only to be woken up by dadda an hour later.
“Neelu, wake up. Why cant you sleep inside the house where it is cooler”. Is what dadda would say and Nilanjan once fully awake would jump on dadda’s back, who would then carry Nilanjan inside the house.
They both would have lunch together which Ma made everyday before leaving for the office. Amma would ask dadda to change while she warmed the lunch and then all of them would have it together sitting at exactly the same spot where Amma was grumbling some time back. After lunch Nilanjan would want to play with him but Amma wouldn’t hear of it saying “Ashu is tired Neelu, he is working very hard this year don’t bother him and let him rest a bit before his tutor comes and you also go back to your room and sleep”. But Neelu would not listen to it now because he knew that dadda is there to take his side and he would not let Amma scold him anymore. So once Amma was back to her usual place under the fan and once they could listen to her snoring, they would quietly go back to their room shut the door and play ludo till they could hear Ma’s car at the gate.
Looking at the clock on the wall Ashu said “it’s five and Ma is back Neelu lets hide this and get to studies”. Obediently Neelu hid the game and jumped on the bed pretending to be asleep. Ma came in and went straight to her room to change and came out after ten minutes. Ashu heard her footsteps and he knew she was coming their way. “Maaaaaa” cried Neelu as he sprang up from his bed and ran to hug his mother. Ma kissed him on the cheek and asked how his day was. “Like always Amma didn’t let me go out and play under the banyan tree” was Neelu’s reply. And then she asked Ashu about how his day was and he gave a detailed description of how his class teacher thought he is good at Math but may not do too well in History as he hasn’t scored very well. For a minute, Ma had a concerned look on her face but instantly she relaxed, gave Ashu a smile and said “Beta I know you are working very hard and I am not at all worried about your marks because you will score well so don’t burden yourself too much. Come both of you, let’s wake Amma up and have something to eat.” The idea of juice and Neelu’s favorite bread poha which nobody in this world but his Ma makes best, made his mouth water.
At this time what Neelu feared the most was Amma, as she would give a detailed description of how he had tried to escape in the afternoon. He was right, as soon as she woke up she was unstoppable. But Ma was very used to this ranting of hers and all she could do was give a half angry half amused glare to Neelu and say “will you stop troubling your grandmother now, she cant run after you all the time and you need to take care of yourself”. Neelu responded by a hung head and an ashamed expression.
The evening sessions in the drawing room were always fun and Ma was always cheerful. But today Ashu could feel a little strain in Ma’s expression. In spite of her laughing and cheerfulness she was a little worried and Ash could see a small frown forming at her brow whenever she was quiet. Ashu didn’t know the reason for Ma’s worry but he was sure there was something which bothered her.
At six Ashu’s tutor came and he got busy with his studies. Neelu knew that now he cannot disturb dadda as he was locked in his room with his tutor and Ma would not tolerate any kind of disturbance when dadda studied. So he went to Ma’s room. As he went in he observed that she was lying on the bed with her eyes open wide and a serious expression on her face. “Ma are you crying” he asked. “No sweety I m not” Ma said. “Then are you missing Papa” he again enquired. His innocent question brought a smile on her face and she couldnt resist hugging the little devil. “Your Pa will be coming here next week for ten days He has taken leaves form his office and we might go out somewhere” Ma replied. “Yipeeeee” was Neelu’s instant reaction but Ma asked him to keep it low as dadda was studying in the next room and also told him that they would only go out if he finishes his holiday homework for at least one subject. After listening to this his enthusiasm went down a little but didn’t die completely and he said “I will finish all my homework Ma promise”. “We will see that honey right now you let me rest for half an hour and then I will prepare dinner for you brats ok so go now” Ma said. Neelu was elated and went out of the room flying like a jet.
After he was gone Anju couldn’t stop wondering how much joy and happiness her two sons have brought into her life. Especially Neelu who was the apple of her eye and his naughty pranks which she found adorable were famous in the entire neighborhood. Nilanjan was a mix of Neel, her husband and Anjana, herself or Anju as she was fondly called by her husband. ...
Inside the house Amma was resting on the bare floor, relishing the comparative cool it provided and cursing the ceiling fan every now and then for being so ineffective in this heat. But what could the poor ceiling fan do, it was old and was there in the house for as long as Nilanjan could remember. He looked up at the fan which was moving at the slowest possible speed so unwillingly as if saying I am as old as Amma and I don’t have any strength left now.
Nilanjan was seven years old and more often than not he did not understand why his grandmother grumbled so much about the heat and the summers. For him summers meant a two month long break from school and non stop playing with his friends in the neighborhood and his favorite Anshuman dadda. But this year dadda was busy and could not play with him much. Nilanjan was in third standard but dadda was in tenth and was appearing in the board exams this year so he did not have summer vacations. Dadda would go to school everyday even before Nilanjan was awake and would return only in the afternoon. This made him really sad and he often tried to force dadda to stay at home like him so that they could play videogames and hide and seek so many other games but Ma would not listen of it. And even after dadda came back from school he had no time to play because he had homework to do and prepare for tests, which made Nilanjan think if even he would have to work so hard once he grew up.
Everyday once Amma was asleep and Nilanjan could hear her snoring he would quietly try and sneak out of the house so that he could play in the park but he rarely succeeded. The large iron-gate made so much noise when he tried to open it that it woke up not only Amma but Rani the housemaid and sometimes even the neighbors as well, and then he would be dragged back into the house by Amma. She would scold Nilanjan for being such a brat and then would start of with her usual dialogues about how old she is and her old creaking bones need to rest but no one this world lets her do that and now she has to run after this spoilt child every afternoon in the heat. And then she would try and explain it to him that it is not good to go out in the harsh sun and play in peak afternoon hours and he might fall sick because of that.
Hearing his grandmother say the same things over and over again Nilanjan felt mortified. His face would have a sullen expression and everyday he would go sit on the swing in the porch and doze off, only to be woken up by dadda an hour later.
“Neelu, wake up. Why cant you sleep inside the house where it is cooler”. Is what dadda would say and Nilanjan once fully awake would jump on dadda’s back, who would then carry Nilanjan inside the house.
They both would have lunch together which Ma made everyday before leaving for the office. Amma would ask dadda to change while she warmed the lunch and then all of them would have it together sitting at exactly the same spot where Amma was grumbling some time back. After lunch Nilanjan would want to play with him but Amma wouldn’t hear of it saying “Ashu is tired Neelu, he is working very hard this year don’t bother him and let him rest a bit before his tutor comes and you also go back to your room and sleep”. But Neelu would not listen to it now because he knew that dadda is there to take his side and he would not let Amma scold him anymore. So once Amma was back to her usual place under the fan and once they could listen to her snoring, they would quietly go back to their room shut the door and play ludo till they could hear Ma’s car at the gate.
Looking at the clock on the wall Ashu said “it’s five and Ma is back Neelu lets hide this and get to studies”. Obediently Neelu hid the game and jumped on the bed pretending to be asleep. Ma came in and went straight to her room to change and came out after ten minutes. Ashu heard her footsteps and he knew she was coming their way. “Maaaaaa” cried Neelu as he sprang up from his bed and ran to hug his mother. Ma kissed him on the cheek and asked how his day was. “Like always Amma didn’t let me go out and play under the banyan tree” was Neelu’s reply. And then she asked Ashu about how his day was and he gave a detailed description of how his class teacher thought he is good at Math but may not do too well in History as he hasn’t scored very well. For a minute, Ma had a concerned look on her face but instantly she relaxed, gave Ashu a smile and said “Beta I know you are working very hard and I am not at all worried about your marks because you will score well so don’t burden yourself too much. Come both of you, let’s wake Amma up and have something to eat.” The idea of juice and Neelu’s favorite bread poha which nobody in this world but his Ma makes best, made his mouth water.
At this time what Neelu feared the most was Amma, as she would give a detailed description of how he had tried to escape in the afternoon. He was right, as soon as she woke up she was unstoppable. But Ma was very used to this ranting of hers and all she could do was give a half angry half amused glare to Neelu and say “will you stop troubling your grandmother now, she cant run after you all the time and you need to take care of yourself”. Neelu responded by a hung head and an ashamed expression.
The evening sessions in the drawing room were always fun and Ma was always cheerful. But today Ashu could feel a little strain in Ma’s expression. In spite of her laughing and cheerfulness she was a little worried and Ash could see a small frown forming at her brow whenever she was quiet. Ashu didn’t know the reason for Ma’s worry but he was sure there was something which bothered her.
At six Ashu’s tutor came and he got busy with his studies. Neelu knew that now he cannot disturb dadda as he was locked in his room with his tutor and Ma would not tolerate any kind of disturbance when dadda studied. So he went to Ma’s room. As he went in he observed that she was lying on the bed with her eyes open wide and a serious expression on her face. “Ma are you crying” he asked. “No sweety I m not” Ma said. “Then are you missing Papa” he again enquired. His innocent question brought a smile on her face and she couldnt resist hugging the little devil. “Your Pa will be coming here next week for ten days He has taken leaves form his office and we might go out somewhere” Ma replied. “Yipeeeee” was Neelu’s instant reaction but Ma asked him to keep it low as dadda was studying in the next room and also told him that they would only go out if he finishes his holiday homework for at least one subject. After listening to this his enthusiasm went down a little but didn’t die completely and he said “I will finish all my homework Ma promise”. “We will see that honey right now you let me rest for half an hour and then I will prepare dinner for you brats ok so go now” Ma said. Neelu was elated and went out of the room flying like a jet.
After he was gone Anju couldn’t stop wondering how much joy and happiness her two sons have brought into her life. Especially Neelu who was the apple of her eye and his naughty pranks which she found adorable were famous in the entire neighborhood. Nilanjan was a mix of Neel, her husband and Anjana, herself or Anju as she was fondly called by her husband. ...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
ABOUT SUMMER VACATIONS
This is actually an attempt to write something like a book or a childhood memoir..it is about how much i loved summers and summer vacations..how much i loved troubling my Grandmother..and how much i miss all that now that i have grown up..
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