Greetings my dear Hiveans...
Summer days were rarely spent in my state. It was quite terrific to beat the heat. So we pack off for a two month Summer vacation to my native village, which I still believe is a paradise.. Hi friends, this is a prompt for the #memoirmonday by 
My children enjoying their vacation in native state as I did. This photo taken 15 years ago
Also a file photo taken years ago
10 years old was too goodl an age either to remember or to forget things easily. Fortunately, I remember those holidays especially, summer days. The reason being it falls probably on summervcation in our school time, in the month of April and May. And we are off to our native place, an enchanting memorable journey by train.
The evergreen beauty of my village taken recently
Close by my village
A lovely journey with family in train, still remains an evergreen memory in my heart. Its a one night journey by train. So we pack our food for the night. Usually, we wrap them in a plantain leaf. Most of the travellers do the same. Whien its time for dinner, we unwrap the plantain leaf and the aroma just spreads around the compartmen.
So, most of our summer days are in our native state. If you ask me about a typical summer day. It starts with a hot cup of tea from fresh cows milk and later going to fields were rice is grown. Its a beautiful sight, seeing the ladies in work, exchanging hearty laughs while at work.
My native hone in Kerala, South India qas surrounded by Mango groves, Jackfruit tress, Tapiaco plants in huge numbers and Cashew trees. Once here, our summer day starts with climbing over mango trees, plucking them and eating them with cousins. Afterwhich, we go a to a nearby river where the fisherman catch fresh fish. Once done we move on to the friendly neighbors who are always happy to welcome us, as our visit is limited to, once in a year.
During those days there were no compound walls, so our stroll was more comfortable moving from one garden to another and eating only fresh homely foods, available from their garden. This reminds me of my granny who used to boil tapiocas and wait for us for hours. Once noon we are at home to enjoy the fresh lake fish with tapioca.
In the evening, along with cousins we go for a stride. Because usually this is a temple festival time, but those days it was limited to games, skits and magic shows. All these happens in an open ground. The excitement is just memorable, unfortunately I don't have much photographs during these times.
Once the sun set, we are off to home and after a good meal and hearty laugh with our relatives, we are off to sleep preparing for the next day schedule secretly. Very often we are restricted by our elders not to move around, as we being new to the place. But then, how can one restrict themselves to enjoy the greenery, fresh air and blue sky, which was not relevant in the city where we lived .
Thankyou for your time and patience. Photos are my own from my family Album of yesteryears.
