Home – The single most sweetest word in the English language, at least for me. For a large chunk of my life, home meant our tiny little apartment in Fort Kochi. I grew up here in a small apartment with my parents and grandmother.
My school was just a five-minute walk away. Mom and I used to walk to the grocery store and beauty parlour countless times. Dad used to take me to a restaurant named ‘Elite’ whenever he was around. At ‘Elite’ I used to munch on vegetable puffs, coffee, and ice cream.