My favorite decade was 90 & 039;s. Here & 039;s the story my childhood and grandma from that decade... Sitting on the threshold of my home, gazing at the front yard after a long time; a thousand thoughts and memories shuffled through my mind. It took my mind back to childhood memories of barefoot strolls down dusty lanes, the intriguing stories of my Grandma at the evening time, my little cousin sister’s effort to comb Grandma’s grey hair. Yes, I can still smell the aroma of her coconut oiling hair. It reminds me of my sweet childhood, it rouses thousands of emotions buried alive. Far from my home for fourteen long summers have made me realize the truth of life. Often childhood memories come to my mind and I wish to go back, back to that point in life when everything seemed simpler. Education, work, commitment have occupied my life for so long that I could not look back. But this corona pandemic somewhat worked for me as blessings in disguise. I got the opportunity to get back to my roots, to my parents, to my kin. In the pursuit of materialism, in the pursuit of our goals we often miss out important aspects of our life. So, here I am sitting on the threshold of my home, recollecting my childhood, craving for those moments back. But reality hits hard, once a moment gone can never be recalled. Things have changed now, nothing seems like before and my beautiful Granny like a late winter’s moon has lost her radiance; now too old to recollect any story. Everything is different, even the flowers of my garden don’t look brighter, the sound of chirping birds does not entice me anymore. When you are a child everything seems so beautiful: the trees are higher, the colours are brighter, and every new day is more interesting than the last. But now all the fancy and imaginations have faded and what stays are the memories which I pledge to keep till the end.