
I got a chance to visit an old house of ours where my children spent their childhood. Being an army wife I must have stayed in more than twenty houses by now but I seldom got a chance to visit a house where we had stayed previously. Good memories of those houses are still fresh in my mind, revived time to time through photos.
Last month we drove down to a city, we were posted 14 years ago, to attend a get together of my husband’s course mates. We stayed there for two days. Third day we were supposed to visit our old neighborhood. I got ready wondering how the house would be looking after so many years,  In the meantime Tarun came announcing that we had to leave urgently for home as his  old pal was visiting us in the evening so we had to reach home soon. We were driving back within no time.
I was sad for not able to show my children an old bungalow constructed in 1940, during British era. That was before Independence of our country. British officers stayed in that house for few years.
Within minutes we were in front of the house. I was overwhelmed. I took out my camera and clicked few pictures.