An old black-and-white photograph. A village house. A pond where a goose glides across the water. And a man who suddenly finds himself travelling fifty years backwards. In this tender, reflective journey, Dr Sujit Kumar Roy returns to the landscape of his childhood and to the people who made it home: his parents, brothers and sisters, neighbours, seasons, and unhurried afternoons that once seemed ordinary. The story widens beyond one village to ask what childhood means across countries, cultures, and economic circumstances-and what modern life may be losing in its hurry. This is not a claim that the past was perfect. It is a reminder that love, belonging, play, and time together are forms of wealth that no photograph can fully contain. Readers may recognise their own childhood in these pages: a lane, school road, family voice, tree, river, courtyard, or place they thought they had left behind. Sometimes we do not miss a place alone. We miss who we were when the people we loved were still gathered around us.