Aaaha!

If we could feel that everything belonged to everyone, life would be so much more meaningful.

- Charuta

Are you returning from Laxmi?” With teeth visibly rattling, my old watchman got up from his chair to help me carry a few bags from the auto.

I grinned.

I have known the old watchman for six years now, ever since we shifted to this place – 'Sankul'. We have played cards with him and eaten his delicious authentic Maharashtrian tiffin. In fact, he was the one who cried the loudest at my wedding, when I left for my new house, 'Laxmi'.