My Mother has a story about everything. She has stories about abundance before the Green Revolution, people living into their 90s long before medical advancements and the GM diet took over, big joint families with dozens of children, weather rarely playing truant, the humble steam locomotive on narrow gauge and the connect among people even when they had to walk miles to make a precious local/STD phone call. She has stories about children who were not diabetics, stars who clothed completely despite modest film budgets, when love and commitment spanned decades without being exhibiting commodities, and when one family owned a TV and everyone in the locality got together to watch Doordarshan. She narrates stories of times when Antakshari took precedence over mindless argument, politicians were still honest, radio was solely about music, and monthly household bills were limited to a few hundred rupees. She tells me stories about buildings that still stand tall and strong without leakages, when women could walk out at 11 pm in the evening, and when children could be entrusted with neighbors. All generations are unique; though, some are more unique than others. #OfARockAndRollGeneration #WhenTimeStoodStill