My father-in-law and my husband and so many other children grew up in this house in our village. It was built in the early 1930s. Those triangles, squares and angles add to the beauty and dignity of the house. Those are areca nut trees in background and the cowshed on one side.
Last year, this time, we were waiting the arrival of our grandchild. Those days were days of waiting. Then our grandson came into our world and life was never the same again. He and our daughter were with us for a few months. Every day was a new experience and unique. Those days seem like… Continue reading This too shall pass