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171 Homestead – By Charmaine Candappa I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood home these days. 171 was a safe and familiar haven, a place that brimmed with memories that once filled us with a sense of security and peace. My family home that my father built and called Homestead comes to my mind ever so often . My childhood was lively, having a neighbor of my own age. I need to mention Rai as she was so much part of my childhood memories. Today our family home is dwarfed by tall shabbily constructed two and three storied buildings around it, a sad and pathetic sight seen almost all around the city of Colombo. As the years have so swiftly gone by, I think of those memories of my parents, my siblings, and all those domestics who helped my mother, and who came in and out of our household, a far ...