Ever wondered what the men in 60s turned into? Well, we've all heard about those innumerable stories from our Grandparents of how simple, and yet, difficult, the life in their times used to be. We all would feel a gush of Oxytocin running through us in those stories trying to picture the younger version of them. The view of the countryside and the smell of grass and dung. The village Panchayats and the local ballads. The adulthood of our Grandparents, their marriage and jobs and what not. Only if, we realize that they are the ones' who laid the foundations of our households today. My Nana, an elderly man of 85, sits in a warm sofa with eyes undeliberately pinned inside, a bald head, a sunken body and muttering Shayaris in his best times today. But has it always been like that? Well, no! He was man in charms, a man of word play and humour. A man born before the Independence but lived his life to the fullest in his 60s. I invite you to join this simple, yet not so simple, tale of a man today stuck by a disease no one could have anticipated. It is a tale of love for one's family, the sacrifices that a simple man had to endure and the challenges he faced which turned him into someone unrecognizable. It is a story of what it takes for someone to make a successful household, not just for himself, but his generations to come.