Took a trip down memory lane with my best friend who came back to town for a few days. Literally. Walked past our old homes which we stopped calling ours since the last 10 years. And nostalgia reigned supreme.
I felt like I was walking through my past and my mum, god rest her soul, would call me back home from the balcony anytime soon. I felt I was walking through a ghost town with the people who once walked through the very steps gone beyond reach.
I never thought of my old home on purpose before. I dont know why. And as I walked through the front yard where I played as a child, I knew I didnt want to ever go back there again.
Two stupid dogs were tied to the posts who started barking as soon as they saw two strangers walking past their homes.. I wanted to tell them - this used to be my home for 16 years so shut the hell up.
Walking down memory lane was every bit as painful as they say. I realized that only today, which in the future will help me stay away.
Angu,
I walked the ‘walk’ in Feb… I could ’see’ all of us, ‘hear’ sounds… Someone actually asked me “ji, kaun chaiye?” Imagine being spoken to in Hindi in “Our playground… “!
I just smiled a sad smile and said ‘yo mero ghar thiyo… hernu man paryo…” The lil twit looked confused……… !!!:)
I know what you mean… it was painful.
I guess some things are gone forever, Jaya. Wish I could turn back time.
It always is. I guess those times gone by and the times passing by every single moment makes us who we are today; makes us stand where we are today. Who would we be if it wasn’t for those and these times?
Hey girls, make peace with it and recreate good memories in your new houses.
Your post made me well up Rinch. Missing home now
Rightfully said, Shaliya. Who indeed would we be if not for those times.
Priya
Although recreating good memories in new houses isnt a bad idea!