Taking a trip down memory lane.. walking down the path that leads to my late Grandfather's house deep deep in the rural heartland of Kerala.
My ancestral house. Built Circa 1919,the year my grandad was born.
So many births, deaths, weddings, funerals, festivals spent under this roof. In true style, the electricity went off for half the time and there were noisy sticky creepy crawly creatures all over your body.
I feel a such a sense of rich history and memories when I come here..
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Hey sneha.. i am all fine.. work's happening all fine too.. didn't catchya online since long.. your surfing privileges taken away from you kya?? damn need to update my blog.. and yeah congos for you college being chosen as no.1 .. take care and have lots of fun..
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