A month ago I wrote the title of this blog and kept it aside (see why most things I do have no real title, coz u make a title, sound ambitious yet never get back to it). Anyways now I have the time and willingness to return. When you live in a house for straight 15 yrs and then shift, it’s sad, irritating and annoying and sad, and sad again. Last month or before that, I really don’t remember but somewhere in the beginning of this year, I and mom went to our old house to get something we had left behind. I was pretty excited as that was the 1 st time I was gonna go there since shifting. It was a highly disappointing visit. Now there are a few things you need to know about my old house. It was a modest one bedroom, one hall and one kitchen, wait… AND ONE GARDEN house. The garden was probably as big as the entire house or may be bigger than the entire house (or that’s probably how only I saw it). It was every thing to me; I grew up more in the garden than in the house. It ...