It’s been 23 years here, which implies since I came into this world I was introduced to this place. I share an aura, some emotions, some feelings, and all my memories with this place. Memories of happiness, sadness, excitement, warmth ….
The walls that surrounded me are all set to change... I see people mercilessly destroying what used to be my home, my living room, my study any ways these people are not the ones who are to be blamed its their job.
Just a few bricks, concrete and a heap of gravel and sand is now what used to be my living room, I enter my study room the place where I pretended to study, the place which had my PC which made me sit their for hours, the place where I had some interesting long phone conversations, the posters of the Ferraris and the BMWs are still on the walls but I don’t see a ceiling over head, they smashed it down.
I had a veranda with a few trees which are axed and are now just a few bunches of dry leaves, having a veranda in a place like Delhi is some kind of luxury but will soon be a thing of past for me.
The stairs still go to the terrace but the structure doesn’t have a terrace any more.
‘All good things must come to an end’ and this era, this phase ended too. The structure which was build in some 1970s has to come down for the people of 2010.
So I somehow manage to detach myself from my old house which belonged to my ancestors and was designed according to them. Every day comes to an end and one should optimistically look for a new day, I do the same.
Enthusiastically looking forward to what I’ll see at my place a multi storied building with some ample parking space, a classy front elevation, an elevator etc etc, which will provide happiness and protection to my family members in the future and to my future family members as well for the next few decades.
