Hi, I am Anna John, I
blog at From Anna’s Desk! I am a law student from India who blogs about her
experiences in ‘God’s Own Country’, her views on life, politics, philosophy,
law school and most things under the sun that get her interested enough to
write something about it. I shall be sharing about my Childhood Summer
Vacations as part of 20SB’s 2012 Blog Swap.
My family lives in central
India, but our ancestral home is in Kerala. So, during my childhood, when the school
closed for the summer, my family used to generally start preparing for a trip
to our ‘native place’ in Kerala. Unlike every other Malayali friend of mine, I
was not very keen on our annual migration to the south. A week or two at my
paternal grandmother’s place meant that I had to deal with intermittent power
cuts, life without television, fetching water from the well each time I needed
to take a bath or use the washroom. For all the tourism posters proclaiming
that Kerala was ‘God’s Own Country’, even as a 6 year old, I was already convinced that God had
overlooked Kottayam or at least my Ammachi’s (Granmother in Malayalam) house.
Over the years I came to look forward to these
yearly visits to Kerala and started to make the best out of these trips. Part
of the reason was that my maternal grandparents who were hitherto put up in
Nagpur decided to resettle in Kerala. I was pretty close to my Nana and Nani andI really liked their place in Kerala. Soon, spending time Ammachi’s place was
something that I looked at as a consideration for the time I got to spend with
my Nana and Nani.
It is funny how, when
you look at your worst nightmare as something you need to endure for a reward
you have been eagerly awaiting, your nightmare doesn’t look so nightmarish
anymore! I began enjoying the time spent with Ammachi. She would save up the
best of the bananas, jackfruits, tapioca and all the other eatables that were
grown at home for me. She would read out stories from Malayalam comic books and
teach me verses from the Bible in Malayalam. Over time, I came to love spending
time with my grandmother enough to not mind the power-cuts and the lack of
plumbing (although that problem was fixed some 10 years ago). The fact that
there was no television meant that I spent my time reading books and learning
to read Malayalam and other things that Ammachi tried to teach me.
And one day, Ammachi
suddenly died. None of us had seen it coming. It was the first time I had lost
someone I loved and cared about, and it took me a while to get over her loss. In
retrospect, I am grateful for the change of heart over the course of those annual
vacations. Ammachi taught me a great many things during those holidays, and I shall
cherish the memories of those holidays for the rest of my life!
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