malleshwaram, Bangalore - When I was 4, we lived in an old 4-storied building. Entry to the terrace was past a weatherbeaten door that had a grilled square at the top. I was forbidden from entering the terrace - I didn't question why. So when Asha and Mahadev, my parents, were out at work and my brother Pranab was at school, I would walk up the dim-lit, narrow flight of stairs and sit by the door. I don't remember why, but I liked it there. I wasn't tall enough to peek through the grill so one day when I was insufferably curious, I carried a shuttle-cock with me and flung it past the grill. A minute later, it came back. I threw it in again and it came back immediately. This happened a dozen more times that day and a few more through the year. We moved out, I grew up, but I never forgot. Ever so often when the lights went out and friends sat down to talk ghosts - I would recount to them earnestly, the tale of the Ghost-Shuttler Behind the Forbidden Door. This evening, under swirling storm-clouds, I spoke to my mother Asha about this memory. She laughed and said, 'It was Suresh and Shailaja. The brother-Sister who lived on the terrace.. it cannot be anybody else!'. I remember them vaguely. They visited everyday. But I had never known which floor they lived on. I had always thought the terrace was locked-out. They were quietly returning my shuttles through the grill. This memory had been one of only a handful other memories from that house. So this is me putting a message out in the universe; a shuttle past the grill, not knowing if it will return - For Suresh and Shailaja, where ever you are, I hope you are happy and bright. I remember you still, You cheeky buggers. Your easily amused 4-year old neighbour from 1st floor.