Our Sweet Home - My Memory

P.S.: Written on 18th March, 2012; Posted on 24th October 2012

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Today, it’s 18^th March, 2012… Ah! It was a quite long journey from 2^nd June, 1994 – Yes! That was the day when we had first stepped into our own ‘sweet house’. And today, we had warmed the same house for the second time after we left the place four years back in 2008. Before moving back to our home, we have planned for its modification by adding extra rooms in the open place (that was previously left out). And now that the structure is ready (it’s almost a new house with a new slab and a new shape!) sans the finishing works, we have embraced ourselves for the house-warming occasion with just four of us. No one was invited as we wanted it to be a simple one. We are thankful to Kamala Aunty and Visweswaraiah Uncle (our good-old neighbours since 1994) for helping us at that odd time, yeah, the muhurtam was at 1:55 AM!

My nostalgia went back to 1994 when I was a kid who joined 4^th class here. All my formative years were here. So many memories, so many moments, and so many incidents – how can I forget them! A few of them include the days when we (the local lads) used to play cricket in the open place of our house, the day when my father has bought a motor-cycle and when I first discovered that driving is one of my passions, all those early mornings when I used to pedal the bi-cycle to Tirumalarao sir’s tuitions, the day when the 10^th class results are out - all others were busy thronging the internet café centers while I was sitting alone at the verandah of our home, my friends saw my score and told me that I got 547 – that moment was an awe to me, the day when my grand-mother has breathed her last, the days when I along with my sister hurried from school just to watch the daily soap, ‘Ruthuraagalu’, the un-ending waits and travels in the city buses, and lots more!

Back to present, the day when my father said, we are going back to our home once we are done with our studies, I, along with my mother and my sister were a bit skeptical as it is a bit far to the city. But as the time passed my moments and more importantly, the way in which my parents have cherished their dream of owning a ‘house’ by building ‘brick-by-brick’ with their hard-earned money – this very thought has made up my mind to get back to our sweet home. We had spent almost 14 years (1994-2007) before shifting to our current residence in the middle of the city. Come this summer, we will be back to our abode, the place where I grew, where my thoughts have nurtured and where my ‘astitva’ is present.