“Standing at the place where you spent your childhood is an unexplainable feeling”…
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Although all the houses in the lane have changed, you, without an inch-tape or a camera, can discretely remember and explain how it was earlier…
Images keep leaping out of everywhere…of a ‘friendly someone’ excitedly waving from a window…an ‘affectionate someone’ at a door rebuking you with a hint of smile…a ‘respected someone’ sitting in the balcony from dawn to dusk presiding over life in the street…and a ‘special someone’ peeping from behind a curtain looking at you covertly…!
You can see them right there…alive…moving…talking to you. And then your reverie is broken by a voice asking you “what happened?” and you nod sideways with a smile and say “nothing”.
As you are going back, you look again at the street everything about which has changed except its address. You look at all the stranger-faces occupying that piece of land, who are looking though you as if you are just a pillar, and you wonder if all that you had lived years ago had really happened?
And then you look at that one debilitated house that has remained the same…and you heave a sigh of relief…
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…that is interrupted by the feeder that…a builder visited it only last week.
