One winter morning I went on the hostle terrace after a quick shower.
Beside my hostle tall building there was a small house, which took my attention. I saw a grandfather reading newspaper, grandmother knitting sweater & discussing random things. Father having his breakfast & playing with his children. Mother busy arranging random things.
Something which felt like- ये कुछ अपना सा था,
और शायद सपना नहीं था।