Today I am back at my home. The catering place to me as an individual. I was born here. Thought life took me to many destined destinations now I am here,for again a short while - a week to be precise, not being able to know the wonder of this magic window when sitting by it and trying to pen-down the plays of past which have evoked me a person.
Memories pale - flow down the brain and result in making mind travel backwards.. some two decades back while running through these kaiyanikal - the small drains that are dug for irrigation of the land and getting beaten for breaking them leading to water loss and crying looking at the marks of red fingerprints from Grandpa on the naked thighs and at the night waiting for Dad to come back from office to complaint to him,"papa grandpa hit me today" with grief and pain and really at night when grandpa is back from the grocers getting the big orange colored/flavored candy and plopping it into the mouth with a wicked smile.
Yet another one of wearing a new frock and sitting in Dad's arm and going into a studio to be photographed. Feeling the pride of sitting on Dad's lap in the bus, of my mightiest man..
Fighting with mom for not allowing me to play in the pond for she was stupid to be scared for me to fall into water and then finally landing into water by a reverse fall in a huge plop and then the same mom pulling me on to the shore and over that running into the temple to put the 10ps to Bhagavathi temple for saving my life taking a debt from my grandma,the best-friend and beacon of love in my life, again a thing to remember.
Waking up my younger uncle in the morning and going to lie-down by his side while he hugs me with the words "my child" brought smile into my childish face.
Sitting by the front side of a cycle with Dad's youngest brother telling me that the barber will cut the ears off as well with the short cropped hair and scariness in the half filled eyes while sitting in the revolving chair of our man while he cling - clings the scissors.
Sitting on the table in Dad's uncles home and while my youngest aunt feeding me with rice telling me all kinds of stories, teaching me Hindi alphabets. with her long hair, she was the prettiest female I had seen then.
Then while invading into a place where there was no one known, from a land of princess me to a nomadic land with lots of such princes and princesses there was pain grief and bewilderment. never did i understand why did we ever move on from this heaven home of ours to a small home in the city then. I thought more than many months to find the reasons.. why did I have to say bye to Grandma? why did mom tell me to shut up and kiss everyone and carry the little one(my brother who was some day's old then) and sit in the car to come into this new nomadic land where only Dad knew everyone.
Oh my god.. cant say quite what not runs into mind and tears down my eyes. I was a princess of my home. This is the window in my room and my thoughts started here. I originated here.Everyone whom I am deeper within resides here.. My best-friend - my grandma, grandpa sleeps for ever here - in this land..
Life tends to be nostalgic at times.
Memories pale - flow down the brain and result in making mind travel backwards.. some two decades back while running through these kaiyanikal - the small drains that are dug for irrigation of the land and getting beaten for breaking them leading to water loss and crying looking at the marks of red fingerprints from Grandpa on the naked thighs and at the night waiting for Dad to come back from office to complaint to him,"papa grandpa hit me today" with grief and pain and really at night when grandpa is back from the grocers getting the big orange colored/flavored candy and plopping it into the mouth with a wicked smile.
Yet another one of wearing a new frock and sitting in Dad's arm and going into a studio to be photographed. Feeling the pride of sitting on Dad's lap in the bus, of my mightiest man..
Fighting with mom for not allowing me to play in the pond for she was stupid to be scared for me to fall into water and then finally landing into water by a reverse fall in a huge plop and then the same mom pulling me on to the shore and over that running into the temple to put the 10ps to Bhagavathi temple for saving my life taking a debt from my grandma,the best-friend and beacon of love in my life, again a thing to remember.
Waking up my younger uncle in the morning and going to lie-down by his side while he hugs me with the words "my child" brought smile into my childish face.
Sitting by the front side of a cycle with Dad's youngest brother telling me that the barber will cut the ears off as well with the short cropped hair and scariness in the half filled eyes while sitting in the revolving chair of our man while he cling - clings the scissors.
Sitting on the table in Dad's uncles home and while my youngest aunt feeding me with rice telling me all kinds of stories, teaching me Hindi alphabets. with her long hair, she was the prettiest female I had seen then.
Then while invading into a place where there was no one known, from a land of princess me to a nomadic land with lots of such princes and princesses there was pain grief and bewilderment. never did i understand why did we ever move on from this heaven home of ours to a small home in the city then. I thought more than many months to find the reasons.. why did I have to say bye to Grandma? why did mom tell me to shut up and kiss everyone and carry the little one(my brother who was some day's old then) and sit in the car to come into this new nomadic land where only Dad knew everyone.
Oh my god.. cant say quite what not runs into mind and tears down my eyes. I was a princess of my home. This is the window in my room and my thoughts started here. I originated here.Everyone whom I am deeper within resides here.. My best-friend - my grandma, grandpa sleeps for ever here - in this land..
Life tends to be nostalgic at times.
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