As a kid I had this awe for terraces. My parents used to live in a rented house which didn’t have access to the terrace, and my grandparents’ was a ottu veedu(traditional tile-roof house). The only “terrace”, my sister and I had was a tiny patch of surface on the top of a bathroom attached to the back of my grandparents’ home. We used to climb on the top using a bamboo ladder. Grandma used that space to dry things like pickle etc.. . Also one scary black cat lived there almost permanently. Despite all that we had spent quite a number of summer evenings on our “little terrace”. This Illustration is an exaggerated memory of one such evening.