When I was seven years old my parents sent me to my grandma's village for continuing my education due to some personal problems. There,I was absolutely alone by heart.I always remember my parents and friends.As the time passed away I felt that a strange depression was eating me gradually because of missing my own place.There was one well which was used for taking out water from it by villagers.It was located at the center of the village.An attached bathtub was established there.Which was merely for shown. In other words we can say that it was just a show piece nothing else.In my solitude often I used...