Malgudi days

I am watching Malgudi days again. It brings back childhood memories: from school to cricket matches to getting pampered by my grandmom.  

Some of its episodes remind me of my village and summer holidays. Sometimes in life, it feels great to see the progress and advancement. While growing up, school holidays were about eating mangoes, spending time with Grandmom, and bathing in boarding pumps in fields or nearby ponds.

I get a similar feeling reading Ruskin Bond or Satyajit Ray.

Our country is so huge that every village and its everyday ongoing activities are no less than a book or Malgudi days equivalent in it.