December takes me down the memory lane to those days when everything was perfectly fine with life, in fact , the word "life" was very big to understand then. All that I knew in those days was my home, school and grandparents' home. Those were the days when life was so simple, without having to do much except doing my lessons well, playing and obeying elders. Back then, by this time of the year, I used to finish my half-yearly examination and get set for vacationing in my maternal grandparents' house. It was a usual practice then, to spend my holidays in the house of my grandparents. On the day of my last exam itself, my grandfather/grandmother or both used to come to my home, so that they can take me at the earliest. Sometimes it also happened that I would go with my mother. I had to travel from my home town Vijayawada to Guntur which would take about one hour to reach by bus and hardly forty-five minutes if your travelling by car. In the initial days of my chil...