how are you. I am fine at my place but not like you. I am writing you a story. One day mom went to her parents house at Ladhuka Mandi along with me and my junior. Her house was a big kacha house with two big room s and a front bigger varanda style bigger room. It was having a very large spacious kacha lawn the middle of which was occupied by a hand pump of short size as water table was too shallow on that soil. The entrance was through a wooden gate of not much big size whilst the rest of the environs wore a make shift fence . The entrance door was supported by small time kacha walls. The length of the plot could be something like 1000 meters but breadth was of say 60 feet or something like that. The make shift fence was supposed to be boundary of her parents agriculture land of say 35 Acres. Her parents were extremely accommodative simple and affectionate. I remember her brother used to go with us to the market for storming and fetching some good sweets of that period which were made of sugar having different shapes.
I was not comfortable at the heat of that house owing to poor design. I continuously asked mom to go back to my own village whilst her mom and Dad made their best efforts to cajole me with hand made fans and the like. After a few days mom succumbed to my persistence and started her journey back by a train I remember both of her parents were silent and calm at the railway station.
I have told to Deepika Padukone that some nice eventful days I sat in a balcony at hostel No. 4 in the sun in mid June for my IAS exam. I do not know of IAS but I do know why I could afford to have that heat in that way.
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