It was an early morning after a heavy rain. All of our streets were flooded with water. I just woke up and told my mom I want to go and play in the water with paper boats.. 'No' was the call. I went to my uncle (I used call him) who used to live in my opposite house. He made some neat paper boats and started playing with them sitting in his house veranda which use to be of very low height and rain water was fairly accessible from there... after that he gave me some eatables... which he bought the previous night.. packed exclusively for me..
18 years later.. the building where I played.. is looking like this.. and Uncle left my village recently after his wife's death.