My this write-up is dedicated to all the pahadis of Uttrakhand who are staying far from their native land. Growing up in the hills is a blessing, you can live like a free spirit and enjoy the gifts of nature. Those who have been hampered by the mighty Himalayas might be feeling nostalgic on recalling the time they spent in the hills. One of the best childhood memory is visiting our grandparents' village on vacations and fishing in the nearby river, there is nothing more pure and wonderful than dada dadi's love for their grandchildren. It's a bond like no other - the unconditional love grandparents have for their grandchildren is which we have with us for the lifelong in form of remembrance. I am sure everyone remember those days when our loving parents used to sing a lullaby called Ghughuti basuti to make us fall asleep. Although, those words have faded from our memories and it’s hard to recall them, but the nostalgic memory of it is still scratched in our h