I lived in a huge house, in a joint family of sorts, and since in those days, I was the only child living full-time in the house, I was pampered to bits. I roamed around in nothing but a pair of shorts in the summer heat, running up and down the flight of stairs of the majestic house, the house that held years of historical enigma, and gave birth to one of the greatest writers of the time.
Nostalgia
We Don’t Talk Anymore
My eyes would light up at the prospect of our next chat session. This was a charm of those days, when dial-up internet ruled the roost.
Why Moving Out of Home Broke Me
I loved Mumbai, I loved India and I loved everything about the comforts of staying put in my own home, where I reigned on the inhabitants like the Queen of England.
