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In 1950s Bombay, My Father's House chronicles my eventful childhood, starting in a one-room third-floor tenement with windows to the world outside that opened my eyes. From the innocence of Montessori to the tumult of adolescence, I explore the unspoken family bond forged by fate and tempered by adversity. Told through a child's unfiltered eyes, it is a testament to resilience despite great loss.