తాత గారి ఇల్లు

I know my sadness is purely selfish. But it means losing the house my grand parents built brick by brick saving literally in paise (pennies). This is the place where we all grew up, have so many fond memories of it. However infrequently I go there, it is the place on earth that feels like home to me, the place I'll always love to go back to. I've been harbouring the idea that someday, when this whole crazy adventure is over running after money, I would at some point be nine ten year old again, sitting around my grand mother while she serves dinner to the family. But we don't have a choice, like all good things it has to end too.