I was two years old when we moved to our new home. I remember the mustard field stretched wide towards the mountain, which always felt like the end of the earth to my little mind back then. Our new home was quite secluded from the other residential colonies, we had only four households with vast acres of land all to ourselves to play, plant fruit trees, rear animals and so on. Since my parent’s jobs required a lot of transferring, we got to stay in this new place only for five years. But those five years were one of the most vivid memories I have of my childhood. The early mornings and evening sunsets were my favorite highlights of the day. There was something about early mornings—the crowing of the rooster, the smell of fresh dew, birds chirping, the aroma of chai coming from the kitchen, feeling the fresh air and watching the clear blue skies—that made me want to live for the rest of the day. And then there were the nostalgic evenings with the ...