The Little Town That Holds My Biggest Memories ❤️

Yes, everybody's childhood would have been an impactful and memorable journey — so is mine. I spent my primary days in my native place, Hunsur — a very special place that will forever remain in my heart.

Even though I spent only a short span of time there, it still feels like home every time I pass by. It takes me back to the old me, walking down the streets after school with a pack of cream biscuits — my favorite back then. The road where my sisters and I walked every day for our sangeetha class, the return walks filled with endless silly conversations, learning how to ride a bicycle, spending time together — I would do anything now to relive those moments when my two sisters were always by my side for everything in life.

We used to talk, play, draw, and paint together during the holidays. Every holiday has a special place in my heart. Summer vacations were the best — filled with joy, laughter, and family. I love how we were always there for each other as a family.

Even my friends lived close by, so holidays meant being outdoors all day long. I still remember how we used to get scolded for skipping meals during summer playtime. One day, we were even too scared to enter the house, knowing our mother would scold us for being out all day and staying late into the night.

That place holds such precious memories for me. I love my native, even if it is a small town. I cherish every bit of time I’ve spent there.

But now, we no longer live there — we moved away long ago for higher education. Yet, my heart still yearns for Hunsur. I wish I could live there forever, at least in the future.

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Do you also miss your native place? Share your stories with me — I’d love to hear them.

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