Going to our grandparents' village

When I was in school, the best part of summer was going to our native village. We would first go to Nellore, where our father grew up. The we would go to our village, home of our mother and her parents. The village was only a couple of miles from the Ocean. It was a truly amazing setting, with coconut and palm trees everywhere. Some years, my father would be on a tour and he would come to the village in his Jeep. This was always a big deal, and all the local children would come to see it. My father was greatly loved in the village, and he was a favorite of his mother-in-law. It was a great experience- the joy of childhood.