It led us to his living room, overlooking the mountains. No roof, no walls; more debris. 바카라śI used to have tea sitting next to the window here. There was the kitchen. My wife loved these colourful tiles,바카라ť he said, while picking up a broken tile. There were broken pieces of a desktop keyboard, a broken cupboard, a broken almirah, broken crockery 바카라¦ and broken dreams. 바카라śI don바카라™t come here often. There are so many memories. It makes me emotional,바카라ť he adds, his voice choking. There were other homes around, razed to the ground. There were remains of green and pink walls; walls that were once home.