I miss those days when June was not considered as a month In fact it was a ticket A ticket to escape the reality A ticket to get rid from the strenuous homework. A ticket to PARADISE. I remember those days when me and my sister used to complete the whole month's homework in just 3 days to enjoy the remaining vacation tension free. And then we used to wait for Dad to say those three magical words-
TICKETS ARE CONFIRMED.
Hearts loaded with happiness , Bags loaded with clothes And miles away nani ma waiting for us with cartons loaded with mangoes.
Nani badi It was a Paradise for us. A real one. We both waited for this month for a different reason . I with desire to feel her love and eat her hand made food on the other hand she - to shower all her love on us and to see how grown up we were . Our nani ma was a little fat , actually a little bit more fat that even if we both sisters hugged her from either sides , our fingers never met each other. I still remember her smell , her cute smile and the moments when she used to laugh shaking up her all body parts . She was adorable.
Days were spend hopping in zoos , malls and water parks . Nights were spend hearing some fantasies bed time stories from her and dreaming why can't we reside in Kolkata with her forever ? But one thing was quite amazing , we sisters never fought for laying on her lap first .As she was huge , we both tiny girls easily could fitted up in her lap .
The departure days were worst. We all sobbing and she sweeping our tears . Asking us to take care and eat properly . No wonder we all returned home with some extra weight .
Those were beautiful days , just like dreams lived in reality but the bitter truth is that I am not a kid anymore I don't love June anymore I do reside in Kolkata But nanima is no more.