Dusty knees, endless giggles, and water fights – summer at grandma’s meant afternoons of gully cricket, hide-and-seek, and stories under the shade of ancient trees. The clink of steel glasses filled with cool nimbu paani, and the lull of a lazy afternoon nap – each moment a chapter in a story we never wanted to end. Now, those golden days live on in every sun-dappled memory, wrapped in the warmth of love ….