The rust-colored, tiled mansion stood majestic in isolation. It was a two-storeyed, palatial bungalow with spacious rooms, high ceiling,beautifully painted walls and aesthetically appealing architecture, grill windows and ornamental doors. An undivided family consisting of around twenty-five members had lived there for three decades. The walls of the building had echoed with the laughter of the children and the entire structure had been a mute spectator to the gaiety and sorrow, the victories and defeats of its adult members. But whither have they gone? Why have they fled this home? What has inexorably forced them to hunt for a haven yonder? Obviously, it was the collapse of a strong, uniting thread that had held them together.
The stocky, but tough old man who had headed this group passed away a year ago. And disintegration set in, as his dear sons were torn as under by a multitude of passions that they could not surmount. The search began,therefore,for separate dwelling for each of the sons. Nuclear family was preferred to the old joint family system. However, the old building continued to haunt them like a passion. Again and again, his children and grandchildren would trek long distances to have a glimpse of the old building they had once lived in and called their own.
The majestic edifice would fill them with nostalgia and tears would well in their eyes at the thought of their dear old parent who had once ruled there with a loving but firm hand.
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