That day in the lane

That day in the lane, while we came out of our ancestral house, I was waiting for my dad to explain me the story of their times. This place was very old, still in the same condition and very few reasons for my dad to forget anything. His dad (my grandfather) was a kid while they ran a grocery shop in that lane. A place in Gujarat, called Manar. Fading memories.

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