The House That RememberedChapter 1 : The Balcony That RememberedThe old house on Harish Mukherjee Road had a way of holding on to time.It stood slightly withdrawn from the street, as if it had, over the years, grown tired of the noise and chosen instead to observe life from a distance. The iron gate still creaked the same way it had three decades ago, and the bougainvillea—now wildly overgrown—spilled over the boundary wall in stubborn defiance of neglect.On the second floor, the balcony faced west.Every evening, without fail, seventy-year-old Aniruddha Sen would sit there in his cane chair, a thin