Today, the bungalow adjoining my grandmother's in Trivandrum is a swanky one. I will save the elaborate description and just say one thing about it to give you an idea: It houses a swimming pool on it's roof. But this bungalow didn't always stand there, next to my grandparent's. Till I was about 15, in it's place stood a regular home, a classic small city home of regular size and design - with a verandah, a small space away from its small gate. But what made the home special was who lived there. Two brothers. Confirmed bachelors. In their 80s. I don't know how old they were and if they were ever married but they had aged and only had each other now. One always sat on a rocking chair in their verandah, always in high spirits and ready with a laugh, when anyone visited. Those high spirits were shared by his brother who was the more mobile one around the house. They both had roaring laughs. Being next door neighbours we visited often during those 2 month sum...