I try to remember my childhood days often. Those days when mother used to cook those delicious savouries; when me and my brother had several reasons to talk; when my father's scoldings hurt me the most; when my grandparents gifted me the doll I wished for; when I only had to sit a day long figuring my future; when I gazed at those paddy fields singing about them; when Rama auntie told me those long-forgotten stories; when I pictured myself to be the embodiment of beauty; when my mother always ran upto me to...