This article speaks to me so deeply. My mother’s family also had a house that I was absolutely in love with in India. I often think about it’s bright pink exterior, sprawling rooms with high ceilings and the enclosed but roofless courtyard within the four walls of the house. When my family had to sell it many years back, I felt a great deal of sorrow and nostalgia though, unlike this writer, I was unable to see the house one last time. After reading this article, I’m almost glad. Now I get to keep my idyllic memories of the house that served as the perfect backdrop to the many childhood summers spent in rural India. I would hate for these images to be tainted by a reality that may prove the house was not as big, not as grand, or not as pink as it exists in my mind.