Image source: Google My heart craves for those days,when, There were so many people living under the same roof, the ancestral house, All that mattered was only broad minds but not broad rooms, The old were respected, cared and regarded as the heads of the family, There was a joint account and all work for the welfare of all, Whatever that was brought home was equally shared among everyone, One's mom was busy, there was another mom ready to attend to his/her needs, Dad was strict about something, there were other dads to ease the situation, Aunts occasionally visited home with their children, adding more members to our regular cousins gang, Grandparents pampered and protected us from parents' scoldings, One mother feeds all the children in the house from the same plate, We irritated our grandparents for stories, We divided as groups and fought among ourselves over petty issues, but within a short time again became one team , The entire family attended to anyo...