The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. I could see my whole childhood, my teens, I even got married from that house, and they are planning to pull it down!!
Life moves at it's own pace, it is we who don't keep up with it and get stuck with people and things and blame our emotions.
But I grew up there, Papa bought it when I was born, and renovated ever corner with his vision and Mummy nurtured it throughout her life. How can I let go of this place. It is not just brick and mortar. It is the fruit of my Papa's sweat and vision, it is the place where Mummy taught us lessons of life while bringing us up. It is where I played with my brothers, fought, cried and laughed the most. I can go around the house with my eyes closed. Right from the kitchen to the front balcony 🙂.
My room, full of my dreams, full of my books, full of the audio cassettes me and my younger brother collected, full of so many memories. The Drawing Room where we had so many parties watched so much T.V. and where my elder brother broke his arm while dancing with me. The Kitchen, where I got so many lessons on life from Mummy, while helping her in her chores. And yes my favorite The Dressing Room, where I was the uncrowned Princess.
They were pulling it down, nonone of us could save it, what has to happen will happen. We have grown up and life has happened. New responsibilities are calling and new memories are longing to be made for our children. No matter how better a house we make, still "Ghar" is there only!!