It was cloudy day, so much had happened in the last few months.
After grand dad's death 3 months back I din't feel like returning to my native ever.
He meant so much to me and his death had left me shattered.
I was a strong person.
Sitting back and mourning was not me.
His memories , I will always cherish.it was time to move forward.
I shared a close relationship with him.he was like a dad to me.
everything that made me sad , I had to sell that off and when I got a call from his place stating he had left his dear farms and land to me. I just wanted to sell them and get over with it.
I clearly had no attachment to the farms and agriculture unlike dada.He was too fond of them.
I was called in person to sign the papers and sell the lands. I packed my bags.
The next day I took of to the town with my bestie .I was fond of cars and granddad had gifted this one .
Among many cousins he loved me the most and I loved him.
He loved travelling, farming, and he loved cars.
On my way to the town I came across farms and fields. Cows grazed. Goats and sheep lazily chewed grass.
Farmers laughed and smoked .
My other companion my bestie insisted she drove for a while. I was more than happy to hand her the wheel.
The serene beauty of the plain farms suddenly made me think of dada.
After a few hours we stopped to eat a motel.
We roamed the farms.it was just like how bollywood portrayed songs.
Women were more than happily planting saplings
There were swings on trees.
We ate sugar cane secretly.I was falling in love.With the farms.
Kids were throwing stones to get mangoes down.I joined them.
There was lake a little far. Me and Dhannu(bestie) threw few pebbles and shouted names in the calm waters which echoed all over the farms.
It had turned into a beautiful journey.
For a moment I wanted to be the girl I was not since many years,.
That is when I realised what I was missing.
The moment we reached the town I simply threw away the farm sale papers.
I have 2 acres of land now.
Which have mango trees in them.
This journey was my most memorable one.
From nothing to content and happiness.
A chance to win a trip to Michelin Pilot Experience at BlogAdda.comAfter grand dad's death 3 months back I din't feel like returning to my native ever.
He meant so much to me and his death had left me shattered.
I was a strong person.
Sitting back and mourning was not me.
His memories , I will always cherish.it was time to move forward.
I shared a close relationship with him.he was like a dad to me.
everything that made me sad , I had to sell that off and when I got a call from his place stating he had left his dear farms and land to me. I just wanted to sell them and get over with it.
I clearly had no attachment to the farms and agriculture unlike dada.He was too fond of them.
I was called in person to sign the papers and sell the lands. I packed my bags.
The next day I took of to the town with my bestie .I was fond of cars and granddad had gifted this one .
He loved travelling, farming, and he loved cars.
On my way to the town I came across farms and fields. Cows grazed. Goats and sheep lazily chewed grass.
Farmers laughed and smoked .
My other companion my bestie insisted she drove for a while. I was more than happy to hand her the wheel.
The serene beauty of the plain farms suddenly made me think of dada.
We roamed the farms.it was just like how bollywood portrayed songs.
Women were more than happily planting saplings
We ate sugar cane secretly.I was falling in love.With the farms.
Kids were throwing stones to get mangoes down.I joined them.
There was lake a little far. Me and Dhannu(bestie) threw few pebbles and shouted names in the calm waters which echoed all over the farms.
It had turned into a beautiful journey.
That is when I realised what I was missing.
The moment we reached the town I simply threw away the farm sale papers.
I have 2 acres of land now.
Which have mango trees in them.
This journey was my most memorable one.
From nothing to content and happiness.
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