The long vacations, during my childhood,
Did make us eagerly wait.
The end of the exams marked the beginning,
Of the holidays that were great!
The vacations marked the onset of festivities,
Which were to span a month.
Colours and lights decorated the town,
People looked like a joyous bunch.
My vacations were spent in grandparent’s home,
In a distant village of which we were fond.
A small river meandered it around,
And every house had their own pond.
People woke up with the rising sun;
The dying sunlight made them doze.
Shepherds took their cattle to graze,
Green grasses of the beautiful meadows.
The farmers set to their marked fields;
Kids ran playfully to their class.
In a primary school with small capacity,
Taught my grandfather for years.
Three trains, two buses and a rickshaw we took,
And exhausted we reached the place.
Me and my brother greeted our two cousins,
With big smiles on our faces.
Granny and grandpa were delighted,
For after a long time we did meet.
We touched their feet, as the ritual went,
As they brought us home-made sweets.
They stayed in a house made of mud;
It consisted of two storeys.
The four of us set to the first floor,
To talk, play and share our stories.
We played, ate and roamed all day,
Through the soil roads, fields and the river.
The dirt cloud during the dusk filled the streets,
As the cows returned in huge number.
In the evenings we visited the mandap,
In new garments and spirits high.
The beats of ‘dhak’ filled our ears;
The fireworks brightened up the sky.
Thus time passed and arrived the day,
When festivities had to terminate.
People danced, as the idol passed the streets,
And was finally immersed in a small lake.
Sad and gloomy, we were next day,
For the time to return home was near.
My mother, in tears, bid her parents goodbye;
We promised to meet next year.
Promises were kept, and we gathered,
At the same place and time for few years.
But suddenly it stopped, for in this earth,
No more are are my grandparents dear.
The house is empty, with only the memories,
Of all good times we had there.
My heart longs for one more time,
A rendezvous in the place so dear.
© Arijit Mondal