When on holiday
- Shraddhaa Shetty
- Oct 9, 2017
- 1 min read
From waking up to a concocted aroma of freshly fried vadas and agarbattis filling up the house, to the hustle and bustle unwinding on gallis where even the stray dogs are familiar, going back home is always something to look forward to and the excitement usually begins weeks before the departure.

My term break lasted for two short weeks, but I surprisingly managed to do more than I expected to. I went on a short trip to Bhutan with my family, met all my different groups of friends, tried out three new restaurants, checked up on my sick grandfather and successfully assembled a nebuliser in a moment of crisis, styled and modelled for an editorial shoot with a friend, and then assisted my previous internship team on another editorial shoot, set up social media pages for my father’s skin clinic and helped my mother redecorate the house which included arranging her sarees colour wise.


I could have extended my trip for months and it would still not feel like enough time, but the short-lived stay was joyful and packed with love, leaving me rejuvenated to start my new semester while secretly replaying all the memories from home until next time.
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