"Draw the blind please!" I begged. Then I jerked back into reality. My bedroom had been my very own terrace the night before! I woke up to the sounds of chirping birds, the warm sun-kissed breeze and breakfast literally in the open! And it was only the night before when I last said goodnight to the burning moon! I haven't been raised in the north, where sleeping on the terrace is something of a matter-of-fact issue. And since it is done so often, they sleep on charpoys (cots with four legs). Here I had to make the experience worthwhile! Being the last two days of my nephew being at home, I had to make his trip worth remembering. So along with baking him Oreo cupcakes and white-chocolate filled home-made, scrumptious chocolates, I decided that we should all spend the night on the terrace and in style! So we bought out our beds, laid out two side-tables, drank up some coke float and danced to music played on the laptop! Lying down beneath the stars and t...