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The house that built me – 4
The morning walk having been completed Babuji would return home to a fully awake house bustling with activity. Everybody would be up and ready for breakfast by now, the table would have been laid, and the children waiting. He would sit…
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The day always started early in this house. ‘Babuji’ would go for his walk at five am. That meant he would wake up at half past four, get ready, and be out of the house at five. Amma would wake up…
Keep readingThe house that built me – 2
It is this old house, squatting by the side of the dusty old road, that is the source of so many memories from my childhood – some of them happy, others not so much. The huge iron gate which opens out…
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