he loved to tend to the garden nurtured by my grandmother when alive when i decided to switch jobs i had a ten day leave in between involuntarily my eyes wandered to his shirt pocket the happiness the gaiety drenches me with a strange nostalgia that is hard to put on pen and paper we werenrsquot a match for nanarsquos height given our age so we galloped a lot of high jumps to procure it the ultimate morning treasure he had the same smile pasted on his lips as he ushered me to lsquomy roomrsquo with the same furnishings i had as a child i reached my grandparentsrsquo home which was a blissful contrast to the bustle of the city there it was my favourite chocolate peeping through it there was a continuous aroma of delicacies wafting in the air