As it is customary these days, I was purchasing something on Amazon. I selected the item and attempted to place an order. And the result was a joke. A message flashed on the computer screen that they were unable to supply the item at this address. It further suggested either changing the item or changing the address. How can I change the address during this lockdown period due to a pandemic? After the cognitive process, I realized that this was not my genuine address. Pusesavali, being my birthplace, was my initial address. It was Karad or Sangli when I was studying. While working, the address used to be Walchandnagar; and until four months ago, it was Lake Town Society. However, these are all temporary addresses! We have forgotten to search our eternal address, that is our real home! As I lay in bed at night, the thought cycle began in my mind. The seventy-three years that had passed, started circulating like a movie in front of my eyes. And then it dawned on me that my life was not 'all that ordinary'. I have, surely, made great contributions; I have also come across some great personalities and lived a full life. What if I jotted down everything? A lot of time is available to me, anyway. Isn't it better than to keep on thinking of Corona and getting depressed? That's the reason I ventured into writing and the outcome is this book!