This prompt reminds me of my childhood days. For me, it has always been April and May. During my school days, these months meant one magical thing: summer holidays. My sister and I would be at home, free from school routines, spending our days watching TV, playing games, and simply enjoying the freedom of doing nothing.
Those were truly golden days.
Most summers, we’d travel to our relatives’ villages or visit our grandparents. We’d roam the countryside, gather seasonal fruits like mangoes, figs, and jamun, and soak in the simple joys of rural life. Evenings were filled with community games like Kabaddi, played right at the heart of the village. And it wasn’t just one village—we’d hop from one to another, meeting relatives, exploring new places, and being showered with love and affection. Those memories are etched in my heart forever.
As we grow older, life changes. We travel less, responsibilities grow, and those carefree days become rare. But even now, April and May remain my favorite months. I’ve always preferred summer over winter. There’s something about a sunny day that lifts my spirits—it makes me feel joyful, energetic, and alive. In contrast, winter and rainy days often bring a dull, melancholic mood.
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