VIsiting father in Madras

Our father was posted to Madras for a couple of years while I was in school. One summer we went to Madras to stay with him for a few days. It was an interesting time. We visited our aunt's house fairly often. One sad memory of father's stay there was that his apartment was burglarised when he was at work. In addition to shouldering enormous responsibilities, he suffered so much through these criminal acts. The people who stole his belongings hurt a kind human being, for no reason. I hope these criminals have their just reward.