Pandora's box: Where my toys lived!
There are many stories of life which you hold close to your heart. Some are still alive in memories and some appear like a flashback, some come in black and white, but, the earliest ones are just random pictures. These kind of memories are pretty rare, mostly ranging from a picture of toys, random walls, colors, voices and best of all silhouettes of places. When these memories mix with dreams, it creates a cocktail of memories, rich, vibrant, joyous and makes our life worthwhile. Well, I am not gonna write about memory in this post, for I have something special for this occasion. Let's roll the dial of our clock back in the era of 98-99. Life was simple back then. I was three, my brother 4. Our sister wasn't born yet. We used to live in a big rented place in Lohardaga (A small mining town near Ranchi). It was a big house. So, once my parents went to Delhi around the same time. I was as usual given to my grandma for care-taking. Although, my brother accompanied th