🌞 Childhood Summer Vacations – A Love Letter to Simpler Times
Summer Vacations in Our 20s: Missing the Magic of Childhood Summer
🍉 Introduction
Do you ever pause in the middle of a busy day, feel the warmth of the sun, and suddenly get transported to a different time?
A time when mangoes were chilled in steel buckets.
When we didn’t check our phones — because we didn’t have one.
When the only decision we had to make was:
“Should I play hide and seek or make a paper fan?”
This post is a soft love letter to those childhood summer vacations — the ones that still live in our memories, quietly and sweetly.
🏡 What Summer Meant Back Then
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Waking up late, no alarm clocks or school bells
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Afternoon naps under the fan, listening to radio songs
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Visits to our grandparents' homes — where time moved slower
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Cold Rasna or Nimbu Pani in steel glasses
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Collecting stamps, cards, feathers — and never being bored
Waking up late, no alarm clocks or school bells
Afternoon naps under the fan, listening to radio songs
Visits to our grandparents' homes — where time moved slower
Cold Rasna or Nimbu Pani in steel glasses
Collecting stamps, cards, feathers — and never being bored
It wasn’t just summer — it was a pause from expectations.
We were just allowed to be.
🌼 The Little Joys That Still Make Me Smile
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Making tents from bedsheets and pretending it was a house
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The sound of slippers on sun-warmed floors
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The smell of wet mud when the first pre-monsoon rain came
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Ice creams that melted faster than we could finish them
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Cousins playing carrom, while elders sipped chai and shared stories
Making tents from bedsheets and pretending it was a house
The sound of slippers on sun-warmed floors
The smell of wet mud when the first pre-monsoon rain came
Ice creams that melted faster than we could finish them
Cousins playing carrom, while elders sipped chai and shared stories
We didn’t realize it then, but we were storing joy in our bones.
🧠 Why These Memories Matter
In today’s world of to-do lists and deadlines, those summer memories are more than nostalgia.
They’re a reminder of what it means to be present, joyful, and free.
Sometimes, our younger self whispers:
"Slow down. Laugh like you used to. You don’t need to rush through life."
💬 A Gentle Reflection
Maybe that’s why I write.
To return, even briefly, to a version of myself who wasn’t trying so hard to prove anything.
A version who danced in the rain and called it a day well spent.
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