Driving down Memory Lane More than a decade after Shelter, the old spacious beautiful villa, part of which had been our family’s home for almost four decades, was razed to the ground, passing in a taxi edging down Kohinoor Road, I found myself looking up at a nondescript rather drab-looking multistoreyed structure that now occupied the plot where our old house had stood for the better part of a century. This new building seemed to be some kind of minor hotel or residency, judging by its sign and the uniformed doorman sitting on a high stool next to some potted palms and a flight of steps leading up to a large wide door. Striking dread into my heart at first sight, the nondescript edifice rose straight up, most unaesthetically, just feet from the sidewalk, the potted palms in the front the only flimsy reminder of the prolifically blooming garden that had once occupied part of the space. Looking around, I could still recognize some of the older houses on the block,