Childhood memories
It happened during the Spring break. My brother and I were in the countryside visiting my grandma. I do remember that her place was small, yet enough for us. With walls made of wood and sheet metal roof, you could listen to both the wind against it and each and every raindrop falling, like it was a serenely rhythmic melody. Grandma opened the window to have a look on us, as we were playing in the backyard. Suddenly, the smell of wet grass and a delicious stew became mixed up. It is curious how smells become indelibly imprinted on our memory, and often, just a whiff of a previously encountered smell is enough to send the mind back to even the distant past and to evoke emotions which have lain dormant for years… Although I remember myself standing up there with my eyes half closed contemplating the events, I was probably eating one big, juicy peach which I might have taken, from one of the trees that surrounded the house. When my brother saw the rainbow and noticed that i...