Memories of my grand mother's home are beautiful .
We usually visited her during summer holidays.
Time to idle away in her affection , home made goodies
and fresh from garden mangoes.
Watching sunlight seep through cracks in her
thatched roof was one of my favorite pastimes .
As I tilted my head , light hid itself -
we - me and light played hide and seek for hours .
Akash
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