Sweet Memories

"Oh it's a Sunday!" I thought. "Another visit to my grandma and grandpa."

I am 10 years old. More than half of my decade old existence has been spent in the beautiful home of my paternal grandparents- Dadu and Dadiya. Most of my early and beautiful childhood memories are of the time I have spent with them.

My grandma loves 'plants' and 'art'. Maybe that's where I get it from!

I thought to myself about the day I had last visited my grandparents. How my grandma and I sewed a doll with brown hair who I called Cinnamon, the fairy-tales I had read, the food we had and my grandma's beautiful garden, which has every flower you can name from roses to chrysanthemums, petunias to hibiscuses. I also thought about the day my grandpa, my sister and I found out that 'Wimpy' was also a hamburger company and we found it kind of funny! It was a wonderful time - eating, gardening and having fun!

We were all in the car, on our way to another city as papa got transferred. I was thinking how nothing lasts forever, except beautiful memories.....