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From a bee-sting that caused my father to be admitted into the hospital,
From the walks in the park where I would try to imitate the great man, my grandfather,
From the tales spun around lizards, monkeys and some members of the insect family( cockroaches, if memory serves me),
From the house with a grape vine and a bed of roses,
From the birth of a brother who literally, turned everything around,
From the cement table, the banyan tree and the ghostly garage that scared the bejesus out of a bunch of   8 year olds,
From the time of hide n seek, french cricket and azaadi,
From the get-togethers, pot-lucks and moon-lit dinners with people who left us for the lands beyond the sea,
From all those myriads of memories associated with every place I have lived in to the place I call home.
Two years ago, that chapter of my life ended.

And an hour from now, I shall be on the other side of one-and-twenty.