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'That is a pretty ear-stud that you are wearing' … remarked Jo who was sitting opposite to me at the dinner table.  We were at a business dinner with Joanne who had come down from New york on a Business trip to India.  'Thank you Jo, it is very old, my grandmother gifted it to me when I came of age', I said.  Ah... and then that wave of nostalgia hit me.  My memory drifted to those carefree days when I was a child. Of those childhood days and the summer vacations at the Mylapore house.   Every year after the annual exams, Appa would see us off at the railway station and we would set forth on a twenty four hour train journey down south to Madras. A post card addressed to one of our uncles would have reached the Mylapore house a fortnight earlier confirming the train, date and coach number in which we would arrive. One of our uncles would be there at the platform waiting to receive us for our  summer vacation.  An  hour long jo...