Sunday, December 28, 2008

Revisiting places... and memories...

My facebook status said that I was visiting one my favourite places on earth.

Certain things make certain places special. Sometimes it is the sheer beauty of the place. It could also be the people there. Certain times it is simply the memories that place holds for you.

This place that I went to sure holds a lot of memories for me. Most of my holidays were spent there. Roaming the farms, playing in the sand, making bullock cart miniatures, learning to climb trees (never did succeed. I tried to start with a coconut tree. Bad choice for beginners.), and learning to play gilli thandu (which, again, I failed at).

My aunt and uncle don’t live in the farm house anymore. They’ve moved to the village proper. And these days when I visit, I don’t usually visit the farms. Today I decided to.

The funny thing with growing up is everything that looked big and far don’t seem that big or far anymore. Not much has changed except that one of the farms has become a coconut farm, the farm house is gone, though there is a portion of the old building still standing. The bend in the road is still the same. And the bumps. You use the age old trick to escape dogs – bend down pretending to pick a stone. And oh, some things were bigger. The coconut trees in one of the farms that I used to walk past. They’ve grown quite tall.

On the way back I spotted a peacock.

I love villages. I love this particular village.

I would love to hear about your favourite places and the memories they hold for you. So, let's play tag.
Marsha, here's one more blog idea for you. Madison and Sandy, i love your stories and insights. Anju, i know you have some stories and you are dying to tell them. Clarissa, if you want to play along. And anybody else that wants to reminisce, please play along.

6 comments:

Chriz said...

gilli thandaaa.. the window panes at my place.. you took me back down memory lane.. i am coming to blogville after my blog hiatus

btw merry christmas..
happy newyear

Anonymous said...

I keep coming back to your post - one that I look forward to reading, even if it is just a little one liner or a string of pearls that you just weaved in the name of memories...

The content aside, great writing, Bungi...; just so simple as I have so admired always, and always having a line or two that makes the read think 'wow!'...

A few lines that I read once again in this is "..the funny thing with growing up is everythign that looked big and far don't seem that big or far anymore..."...." the bend in the road is still the same.." (an obvious thing, but how metaphorical!), and "the old trick to escape dogs..."...

You are just so gifted...; enormously gifted.

Keep writing...

Kirthi said...

hey!! cool post... back after an age... how have u been?? happy new year... loads of love

SandyCarlson said...

That was a lovely post. Made me think of the poetry of Dylan Thomas.

I have fond memories of going to my grandmother's at Christmas. She was 40 minutes away from where we lived, so it was always a journey. I would be filled with anticipation as we made our way down the country roads to the home her parents had built in 1914. And the family would gather there and eater her wonderful cooking and laugh and wash dishes together. It was marvelous and warm. A wonderful time.

There's no going back, of course. But to bring that past into the present is a gift I open every Christmas.

The Mahathma said...

haha! i was just imagining u on top of a coconut tree ! u would beat kung fu panda!

nice to read something simple in ur post after a long time !

SandyCarlson said...

Thanks for stopping by, Bungi!

I love this post about going home and how perspective changes with time.