My house used to have all it’s corners open and vast. I could see the old wireless tower of the police zonal office. The old banyan tree of the south road and the Doordarshan tower in Golf green. They used to make me think “wish I could fly, and catch those red lights over those towers, though papa said that they had some large volts of current passing through them. I didn’t use to believe him” But now all these apartments, flats houses stood tall as some giants of the fairy tales. I felt like the old lady of the 50’s who never got her chance to step out of her limited boundaries ever since she got married to that rich Brahmin when she was just 15 years old. How she might have felt frustrated, sad, about her life. About that cage she spent her whole life looking outside through the window. Still now when I spend my leisure walking on the roof, all these memories and thoughts linger into my mind. Lucky these people spared the North-east corner for me thus I can still keep an eye on th
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