In winter when the schools were closed in Simla and Solan we went to my father's place in the plains of Gangetic India or rather Yamuna plains.
It used to be very cold and we had children of other relatives all having holidays.
We had cricket amongst the cousins and nephews and neighbours.
I developed my batting and bowling accuracy in a narrow brick paved lane where there was no one staying.
It was our family's area where they had some godowns for grain and straw for the cows and buffalows.
Occasionally we would relish the freshly cut sugarcanes which came on bullock carts from our joint family's fields.