This post is dedicated to someone I love and miss so much. To my grandpa :) U were the best!

Going back to the 90's. Being the first kid in the family, being the kid who had both her parents houses just 1km apart, and being at the liberty to choose at which place she gets to sleep, I was never keen on choosing amma's home because it was only a 2min walk away from my KG school. I hated school. And amma was keen on the opposite. She loved spending time with my grandpa, and of course, grandma too. :) 

My grandpa had a bicycle.
He always used to come to my school, minutes and even hours before the last bell, and would wait for me patiently with his cycle. He had lots of friends, in and around my school. He was just like me, always making new friends and cheerful!
Grandpa's cycle had a kiddie seat in front, which he had fitted just for me :) I used to feel like a queen sitting on it, enjoying the motion on 2 wheels, while he pedalled on and on, taking the longest routes to reach home.

After some years, at 18 years, I got my license and took my dad's activa, and fled towards amma's home to give everyone there the good news :P
Later, even though grandpa was ageing, he agreed to come on a ride with me.
And thus we went, sailing through the NH, through the small side roads, through Kochi's famous gutters and through the traffic blocks. The roads might have changed over the years, but we were still the same people with the same thoughts, and the same joys. We went around my KG school and even that looked the same. The people around still had the same smile. The trees had the same wave. Only change was, we were on a scooter, I was the driver and the person at the back, my grandpa, had become young again.






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