Sirisha, Your story very well reminded me of my Mamaghar too. It was more about the feeling towards "Aama" than the economical stuff. When you said "I remember waking up every morning and watching the sun rays stream in through the opened window and hearing my grandfather chant prayers in the other room. I remember my grandmother washing my face and wiping it with the corner of her dhoti. I still remember the smell of her dhoti." Very touchy..... Looks like we have the similar childhood memories. My Hajurbua "Ba" passed away last year and I still remember his words on the phone about a month before he left us - "Babu, kahile auchas aba... tero bihe ta dekhna paudina jasto cha". He was sick and disease could not be diagnosed with the top doctors like Upendra Devkota. Our wedding was already planned and since we are "Chori ko Chora", his death would not bar us from getting married. However, my grandmother "Aama" could not attend the ceremony which is always a glitch on my heart.