There was just one way to get into the street, it could be defined as a rough road not wrongly, it seemed as if one was moving upwards and right in front of you appeared the marvelous looking haveli ancient and presented to the great grandfather , the ancestral haveli was surrounded with small and big cottages to end at the only road that lead into the street, mostly the houses belonged to anaar s clan, his ammi used to tell him that earlier both sides of the old haveli were vacant to not allow clusters of cottages to spoil its looks but amaar s grandfather later gave away the surrounding lands to the clan to settle down there and very soon a colony of close relatives grew up
The special thing about the circular street was that a high platform was built in its middle and an old banyan oak tree grew in its center with the soft area round it, come summer and the cool shade was cast in all directions , come rains and it gave dry shelter to all , other times its coolness enveloped the cottages
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