I cherish my childhood memories. My father was posted as Head master in a small town in Gurdaspur Distt which did not have electricity nor piped water facility . Winter used to be extremely cold and summer extremely hot but we never bothered about heat and cold as we had no better experience to compare with . We enjoyed sitting around the traditional Chullah fire in which wood was burned to cook the meals and heat water by my mother . Warmth of mother’s love would have an aura of heavenly bliss in that kitchen in which family chat sharing day’s experiences would make us oblivious about cold . These used to be our happy hours . After we would finish the meals another treat followed when our mother would ask us , the youngest children , to go and get into her bed so that it gets heated by the time she joined after finishing the remaining chores . How we loved that loving touch of being with mother even for a little while ! Sweetness and comfort of those winters still gives more warmth to my heart despite all the comforts available now . ❤️🌺❤️
