Down the old lane lined with new houses is the abode of my Grandparents. The four storied building is nothing like the houses that surround it. Its chipped teal paint and damaged walls stand in sharp contrast with its newly erected tiled neighbors. The iron gate screeched as I pushed it to enter the … Continue reading Baba.
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