Life hasn't been static...From changing homes to changing emotions,life's everchanging...
We recently moved,I had just gotten used to where i was,and then we moved...We came to a new place,though not entirely new...
I remembered spending my childhood here,some of my best memories were in this home...There'd been kittens who became cats,and cows that calved...There'd been a couple of coconut trees,a row of jasmine bushes...A shop called Dakshin Gangotri where my two elder brothers took me for an ice cream,whenever i missed my own home,and spent afternoons sulking...And i missed and sulked a lot...There'd been long games of Monopoly with my brother...He'd always win,and i'd sulk...He had a good hand at the game...
There'd been card games too,on the terrace in summer...My grandmother(Aai),taught me 29...There'd be lots of stories too...Myths,folktales and experiences...Aai would tell us,and we would sit in rapt attention...Aai was always good with children...Its something about the way she looks and does things...She always wears white cotton sarees,her face is always in smiles,and she speaks softly and soothingly...She's animated with children but she'd listen to their troubles with so severe a frown as if a broken pencil and pulled hair meant the world to her...I guess,she speaks to children as children want to be spoken to...
Ah yes,the home(Aai always distracts me)...So,we've moved,and now we're in a new place...There are no more cows,but the descendants of the cats still roam about...The coconut trees got uprooted in the cyclone of 99,but the jasmine bushes still stand...Dakshin Gangotri closed down,and i'm too old to sulk now...The monopoly currency is now tattered...We've lost interest in 29,and Aai hardly comes by...The stories have been said a thousand times to each child in the house...And it is an extended family...So,there's been change...Maybe i've changed...My mother says i was a quiet child,its hard to believe,i bawl at simple things these days...I'm hardly in awe of the cats and kittens or the coconut trees...The smell of jasmine irritates me...Dakshin Gangotri is no match for the Devil's Own at Cafe Coffee Day...The folktales have given way to paperbacks...Suddenly there are more mosquitoes biting me on the terrace at nights,so i sleep in my room...Monopoly is a waste of time...I'd rather be scrapping my friends...
Yes,there's been change...From changing homes to changing emotions,life's everchanging...Change,constant change...............
