Finally yesterday it happened. The thing I've been trying to put off for as long as possible. The initial stage of the shifting started.
It is the initial stage of nostalgia as well as there is a lot of bustling going on so don't exactly have time to stand and think. However the feeling of leaving a part of you back forever is stubbornly there. All dad's certificates are brought down leaving that wall bare. It seems to be pleading to have its jewels back, which it had adorned for more than 30 years.
The books came out first- Dad’s and mine. Some of them ignored in their shelves for years, preserved in the hope that they would be useful some time or to some one, but lay forgotten. My mark sheets from first standard, the first ever picture dictionary, the doctor set et cetera. This phenomenon is absolutely unexpected from me (courtesy BP). Of course thanks to CP I do guard the souvenirs with as much ardor as a hen guards her eggs or a mother her child. I cleared one shelf and the books summed up to be around 20-30 kgs!! The huge mountaineering bag which I carried for my trek is packed air-tight with my treasures.
The place which has seen my journey since the time I was brought from the hospital when I came into being, till now, which has been my home ever since, is going to be demolished. The trees which are my like grand-dad’s offsprings are going to be murdered ruthlessly. I catch him trying hard to save them by giving them away to people who he thinks will take good care of them. Reminds me of all the times when I shared my grief as well as joy with them when I could not trust humans to understand me. They gave me so much solace and peace, all that I needed. I can turn to them any time I wish to ruminate over anything and they are the perfect company. I hate to think how this place will be when the concrete monster, which I will have to call home, will stand in its monstrous victory on the graves of my grandad’s n my precious, beloved and most trusted friends. His dearest dream, his haven which he brought to life is going to cease to exist.
Nearly everyone is happy to be leaving thanks to certain prolonged disagreements which were already in an explosive state (or shall I say exploded every now and then at the slightest provocation) are now taking on an ugly demeanor. So taking into account everyone’s (primarily the elder ones’) interest this decision has been taken- to annihilate their dream so as to help them survive the rest of the life peacefully.
At a loss of words (This being the embryonic stage), I shall let the nostalgia blossom fully.
CP: *sigh*
BP: same pinch
2 comments:
This is very profound article. Words are very touching. Can make anyone feel the same pain which you have felt. Few things made me remind of my childhood. Gr8 work.
I had also got hurt when things which were so close to me were demolished for Some Convenient purposes. I (CP) would have done the same thing being elder member of the family…. BP – never gives realistic view of life. (But it’s very important to have)
These things are inevitable. If you put yourself in your elders shoe would have you done the same thing (permitting to demolish)????
PS – Liked the concept of BP & CP…. Something new….. Keep writing…
Thank you so much for the huge compliment!! Its hurts like hell of course but change is good most of the times. However I like feelind and living the emotions to d fullest be it pain sorrow or happiness. As for BP and CP they are a part of me. So you can imagine what havoc the three of us must be wrecking. LOL. :)
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