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The swing creaked rhythmically under me as I used a toe to push off against the porch floorboards

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The swing creaked rhythmically under me as I used a toe to push off against the porch floorboards.

This swing had been at the center of our family forever. We’d gather here for after- school snacks and gossip.

I'd inherited this ridiculous beast of a home from my parents years ago after we shifted to Mumbai.

I had always loved it. There was no other place on earth that feels like home anymore.

Sheeshniwas a jewel floating in the Lake Hurol is a beautiful building made of marble, with cupolas, domes, bastions, balconies and ornamental turrets.

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It was built by one of our ancestors in between 1803 and 1817

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It was built by one of our ancestors in between 1803 and 1817.

"Khote da puttar"

The front door opened and Maa Sa stepped in. A low chuckle left my mouth and hung my head low trying to hide it.

"Haan haan hasle, tujhe sharam aati bhi hai ya nahi. " She scolded me.

(Do you have any shame or not?)

I got up from the swing and walked towards her. Touching her feet I said, "Pranam Maa sa."

(Hello, Mom)

"Jeeta Rahe" She blessed her lovely son, the apple of her eyes.

(Live Long)

I gently held her shoulders and made her sit on the swing and went behind the swing to gently push it.

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