Sunday, August 8, 2010

d labourers wer workin outside in front of my neighbour's house.It was getting late,but they wer still workin.They had been workin all along d month of May n even b4 dat.My mom told me they were abt 2 finish d work d next day...since i was in my study hols everyday rite 4m d time i wake up till dusk i cud hear all sorts of noises,..d rollin of drums,d tong tong of d hammer,d constant ranting of d ppl..d smell of d fresh paint then lingered around..d old house was completely changed,d window panes wer changed 4m purplish white 2 d formulaic brown/yellow combination,d dotted mosaic 2 plain white marble...
i somehow lyk d new luk.i thought hard but cudn' remember d color of d old paint..i still miss d twin polyalthia trees,which once stood tall n proud,d richly scented tropical almond which gav away nuts every season!!every building s unique..whenever v really luk @ it,it triggers a flow of memories..
wen i think abt dis house,it s not without pain..dis neighbour i'm talkin abt has always been a part of my childhood...her family is an entourage of lively individuals,but wen put 2gether they make such a noisy family.durin any tym of d day u cud hear sounds at varyin decibels n emotions rangin 4m a loud yelling 2 hellish shots of laughter..it was lyk they wer runnin mad most of d tym!!
d aunty made wonderful gravies,tended 2 her flower pots wid so much care as if it was her child..,but it was her constant pujas n d bell sounds dat comes 2 d fore weneva i think of her!her 'golus' wer famous in d colony n v all wud go der without leave d whole week 4 d delicious 'prasadams' she wud make everyday..durin bathin i cud hear d aunty's shouts 4m her kitchen @ any one of her daughters,it wud b so funny dat i'd smile 2 myself..
n then der was rohin!he'd make me laugh everytym i luk @ him..i don' know whether they still hav him in their new home..he was so funny n foolish n fat..a chubby white pomeranian!!he wud run,rotate,revolve,do anythin 2 catch his own tail,..wen he was 1st brought 2 their home he was little n puffy,now even after 6 r 7 years i don' think he had grown more than a feet in d vertical direction..all his growth had been confined horizontally..how i miss him!!if @ all der s anothr birth,i'd luv 2 b born as rohin,i'd always tell my mom!!
d last few months they had been here r indeed painful 2 remember..der had been no sounds,even rohin had been quiet..financially broken they had moved 2 another house..
now dis house luks new,but every room has stories 2 tell,..d walls ring of d laughter,sorrrow,excitement n tears..even now at times durin bathin wen i hear a female voice my memory drifts back 2 an image of d aunty standin in her kitchen..was der really a sound r had it been my imagination..?

5 comments:

  1. hey sis, feels grt to c u writing.
    abt the post, it is really a sensitive topic and u made it well with simple words, those simple words give the real feel.
    i do remember the days i heard her golusu sound, her early mrng pooja that wakes me up for my mrng studies, she used to feed our cows after pooja, the gollu sessions, the good times we shared with them, few hard moments, the trees and flowers, and of course rohit!.. true,they were part of life and now they are memories...
    write more, will love to read ...

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  2. hi rajii its sounds gud that u too... gr8 yar...
    i never forget that "gollu veedu" and that aunty wenevr i saw her she will be in full make up.@ that time of gollu we used to go daily by crossing streets..and she will give us a bag full of "sundal""poori"... lol... good memories..
    her son elder anna looks like azharuddin... illa?
    hmm..
    rajii its nice to read from u...
    keep posting and sharing ur thoughts.

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  3. thanx ppl..gud 2 hear 4m u..,no matter how hard certain things r in real lyf,,it's grt 2 rewind those eventful days!!

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  4. what story is ths???? i cant understand the context

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  5. @bhuvan..donkey dis s not a story..it's abt my neighbor's family..

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