Beautiful memories

I have been putting off going to my maternal ancestral house for over 8 years now. That is the one place in the world where only happy memories exist. The only one who ever pestered me to go there has gone forever and left me alone in more ways than she can ever imagine. I love, absolutely love the journey to nani’s old house. Never ending stretches of paddy fields, soaked in water and in the process of getting flooded by rains during monsoons… the dancing peacocks and cool breeze. I haven’t done that in 8 long years out of sheer laziness and apathy. This time around... for sure