I had gone to my native place Seerar, in Pithoragarh which is situated in the foothills of the Himalayas during my summer break.

When I arrived I was astonished to see my grandfather living in our ancestral cottage which was made of cowpat, stone slates and had a thatched roof. When I entered the cotttage I felt cosy and warm. Since it was scorching hot outside, I decided to stay in the cottage and explore. Inside the cottage there were multifarious rooms and only one kitchen. There were a flight of tarnished stairs to go up to the first room. When I reached I saw some rickety chairs which were made out of wood and were very dusty. The bedsheets on the bed were wrinkled, there was a small table which was made out of a material called ceramic,on top of it was a cracked pot which probably had tumbled down. Connected to the bedroom was a temple, the floor was spotless, not a speck of dust. The temple was spacious and inviting. There were colourful mats placed on the floor and beautiful idols of Gods and Goddesses. There were nature themed lacy curtains. This was my favourite place to calm my mind. Next I found a grubby box which actually was a treasure box filled with pictures, cds, records and albums. I was on top of the world. Next I went to the kitchen and fell in love with the aroma, I was speechless. I realised in ancient times we did not have access to many things and people use to live in small cottages just like my grandfather. After a while I went out for a walk in the dense forest and I felt a peck of water on my hand and thought it was a dew drop fallen from a leaf. I felt it again and suddenly the rain started plunking onto the muddy Earth. I rushed back to the cottage feeling peckish and exhausted. I told my parents all about exploring my grandfathers cottage. I was ecstatic and hope to go again soon.