As I stepped into a half-century-old dream house of my grandparents, the bedtime stories my mother used to tell us flashed live. More nature rooted placid surroundings, calm interiors and neat rangoli ladened earthen entrance. The palatial house was recently turned to be an Airbnb homestay. While I was there to vacate the items, I couldn’t help but fall flat for the number of mini, small, medium and big silver pooja items my grandmother had possessed over the years. One beautiful than the other, fresh, gleaming they shined...