“Get down kiddos, dinner’s ready!”, Meera said. Both kids got down from the tree house and went inside. After supper they went to their father who was flipping through old photo albums. “Papa who is this?”, the boy pointed his little index finger to one old lady in the photographs. “That’s my grandmother”, said Anuj,…

It was around 7:15 in the evening of a moderately cold November. A slow and comforting breeze filled the atmosphere and the leaves would wave at her touch. I was alone that day, actually, for that entire week for that matter; my parents were out of town and were to return in the following 2…