This morning at office, sitting with colleagues over breakfast we were discussing summers. And a couple of us from North India started reminiscing how the summers are really harsh in northern India especially in the states of UP and Rajasthan. I started telling about how it gets difficult for people in independent houses with roof exposed to scorning sun the whole day and in the evening when sun gets milder we used to sprinkle water on the roof, to make it bearable for the night. When one of my colleague said how it was better when one had a room underground. Just as this conversation was going on, I get a flash; of a dream probably which I must have seen many times. At first it didn't even feel like it was a dream. The picture I was getting was of house and felt like it was one I lived in for years. I remember every detail of it. This house too had a underground room - something which triggered this memory. This underground room's entrance though was an illusion. Hard for o...