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I grew up in this place Full of love and grace There was this big house With courtyards inside out My grandfather used to listen to radio in the mornings while sipping tea And read newspaper in both English as well as Hindi Some visitors were a regular entry To greet the great old man Who was an epitome of selfless service and discipline mannerly Summers used to be fun With cool air from coolers And mangoes from our village orchard Tasted better than any other dessert Power cuts at night interrupted our sleep But the terrace arrangement for sleeping was no less than a treat. Afternoons were full of excitement As they meant meeting our friends on the terrace. Three siblings who lived in the adjacent house Friends cum family We all used to shout out loud Evenings brought the music of whistles As my mom used to cook dinner in the kitchen Eating together was so much fun That taste still lingers on Time passed and we grew up L...