In a single-room accommodation, amid bare minimum necessities for a family of three, stood a wooden cabinet. Waist high and slightly worn down, with a loose panel on the side, the cabinet used to be my go-to spot during the hot and leisurely afternoons of summer vacations. Being in a family of working parents, my afternoons would often be spent on self-assigned projects of rummaging through the bookshelves, or reading. Sometimes, the thick family albums kept amid the books peeped from the shelves.