After spending the good part of an afternoon looking all over the hill side, the postman knocked on our door asking if we knew of a Mrs. Aili.
‘Never heard of her,’ said I, watching him go on his way. Then
he mid 1960s arrived, and swollen with funds our municipality took the plunge and started a post graduate college. While the new building came up, Summer House served as a base to start classes. Its upper floor atop the rabbit-warren