"The Scent of Childhood in the Village"

🏡 “Summer Evenings at Home” 🏡

When Amit was a little boy, evenings in his village were full of life. The sun would slowly set, painting the sky in gold and orange.
Mom would be in the kitchen, the smell of fresh roti and dal filling the house. Dad sat outside on the verandah, fixing an old radio, humming his favorite song.

Amit’s sister was busy braiding her hair in front of the mirror, while his brother chased a paper plane across the courtyard. And Amit? He was sitting in the middle of it all — asking too many questions, laughing loudly, and waiting for dinner.

After eating together, the whole family would sit on a mat under the stars. Dad would tell old village stories, Mom would smile quietly, and Amit’s sister and brother would tease him until he burst out laughing.

Those nights were simple. No phones, no rushing, no worries. Just love, food, and the comfort of being together.

Years later, Amit would look back and realize — those moments were priceless… and they never come back.