15 years...15 years packed in 5 hours in cartons and trays and plastic bags. And suddenly the house looked like it was when we first saw it..bare walls, empty floors and cupboards.
Sad part is chakku might never remember the house where his amma grew up, made some of her closest friends, fought some her fiercest battles, wrote her secret diaries, fought with her much wiser and intelligent sister, got her first paycheck, fell in love online with a bamboos ass and walked in as a new mother (looking surprisingly like Sharmila tagore).
I hope his amma tells him all the good parts of our life in Flat No. 406. I'll tell him all the embarrassing ones.
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