Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Reading Apoorva's story took me down the memory lane.
    It reminded me of this quote which I have always liked :)

    "There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place
    where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning
    more fragrant than ever again".
    ~Elizabeth Lawrence

    During our childhood, summer vacations were the time spent
    with cousins and close relatives and grandparents , days of
    complete freedom to just live and enjoy.
    Unfortunately, these are the days of the summer camp,
    maybe now children enjoy them, I do not know.
    Living in far off places, every summer vacation, we used to
    come to the village, to my grandparents’ home, to enjoy two
    whole glorious months.

    We used to visit all our relatives.
    I remember the time spent in my mother’s sister’s house.
    They used to live in a house near a field . From the bus
    stop in the nearest village,we had to walk a long way ,
    walking on the narrow footpaths on the edges of the paddy fields,
    and crossing streams on bridges made from the trunks of dead
    areca trees.
    There were many fruit trees, including a very sweet variety of
    wild mango , called ‘bella maavu’. Bella means jaggery.
    There was a star apple tree and once I ate so much that I fell
    sick. After that for a long time, the very sight of star apples
    used to make me sick :)
    It used to be jackfruit season, and we used to help my aunt
    make papads. It was a long procedure and still is, but
    all the ‘trouble’ was worth it after eating those papads.

    Memories are so wonderful, they carry us over time and space
    in a matter of minutes. We can go wherever we want and
    whenever we want.

    " Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the
    things you are, the things you never want to lose ".
    ~From the television show The Wonder Years

    ( the photo is of my maternal grandparents' home, my
    youngest uncle lives there)
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.