Your mother has kept it inside the refrigerator. “Arjun, I have brought your favorite thing. When I stepped inside our house, he would uncover his face from the sheets of newspaper and showed his toothless smile. My grandfather waited almost with bated breath for my return from the school. As a child, often I would cry for eating the best Rasgoolla, which was my favorite sweet among other sweet items. I was only child of my father and almost my entire family lavished its affection on me.

I was born in a hamlet in the remote corner of Odisha, where my father was working as the branch manager in a bank.

Family Short Story – Confession of an Indian