My summer holidays had begun, and I had promised my grandfather to join him on his morning walk. The mild sunshine and fresh air were new to me, as I had never been a morning person. My grandfather, an early riser, didn’t need gadgets to track his routine. On the first morning, I realised what I had been missing—the refreshing air, the scent of flowers, and the serenity reserved for early risers. The Sun painted the sky in hues of orange and yellow, creating a breathtaking view.

Dressed in track pants and sneakers, we followed his regular route. He called out to stray dogs, feeding them biscuits he carried daily. He knew their names and even their ages. Birds chirped melodiously, and sweepers cleaned the streets, their brooms making a rhythmic swishing sound. Other walkers milled around a tea shop, sipping hot tea. My grandfather exchanged pleasantries with them, displaying a warm camaraderie.

As we returned after an hour, the peaceful atmosphere gave way to the hustle of the day. Women decorated their homes with vibrant rangoli, a charming Indian tradition. During the walk, my grandfather shared insights about Indian life and stories from his past. I realised the walk wasn’t just exercise—it was a communion with nature and a lesson in appreciating life’s quiet beauty. Grateful for this new experience, I understood the profound value of these moments with my grandfather.