The global pandemic became a vacation for all the students. But, in reality, all we did was lay on the couch and watch television all day long. A vacation in its true nature is a summer break during which eating ice pops, roaming around in the evening, and annoying mom all-day is the talk of the town.
Sometimes, going back to the year 2020, the pre-covid era, is all I want. I cherish the magical memories I have made with my friends during my previous summer vacations. Playing cricket in Ahmedabad’s blazing sun and getting tan still remains the top souvenir. All my friends and I expect the same this year, looking at the city’s current weather.
Returning to worried parents was also a delightful bliss during these summer breaks. I look forward to embracing such small moments of absolute joy again in 2022.
I remember visiting my maternal uncle’s farmhouse on the county side. Every wish of mine becomes a prince’s desire when I am there. My wishes of going to a trekking field, having fresh mangoes, and relaxing under a tree’s shade have come true in that dreamland. It is a place where the worry of delayed assignments, projects, or exams stays miles away.
In the summer of 2022, I wish to become a toddler again. A boy who cries when he falls down. A boy who does not know the difference between winner and runner-up. A boy who eats roadside panipuri again without hesitating or overthinking about hygiene. This makes me nostalgic about the past but excited about the upcoming vacation. Becoming the little Sonu from the grown-up Mithilesh.