There are moments when you feel like going to the roots: your village for summer vacations, the uncle who bought you fruits from his orchid, and grandma sharing bedtime stories.
The beautiful part of revisiting root is that it makes you humble. It reminds you about your childhood days filled with fun and frolics.
I was in my village this Durga puja. It was not the same. I spent hours roaming around our ancestral home and lost in thoughts. There was no one, and it was all empty. But the memory of the past gave a smile.