My old home

More often than not Why do i get dis-engaged in things which appear less worthy at a later point of time...? I say this because this way I lose time.. time which could have had a better meaning.

I am more than 8 months new at our new house, and now more am getting used to it the more I miss the older one.. most of all I miss the roof, the view from the there.. lying over a mattress in midst of night and gazing above, that sky and those stars they meant something else...
A gamut of memories come alive ..as and when I step over our new roof.
that big ashoka tree, that wrought iron staircase.. sitting beside that iron boundary grill.. watching that lone yellow street-halogen, those two mobile towers.. and beyond them, far beyond.. those (aravali) hills..
1st floor.. 2 rooms, one accomplished, while other semi open, which housed my bench, dumbells, rods.. I remember how Piush and I used to sweat it out in our 1st yr, trying every bit of us to get in shape.. as time lapsed, 'trying hard' turned into 'trying hardly' and when I left I did'nt even bother to take them along. They are still there. Unattended.


1st yr, ED exam.. deadly one.. kunal aur punu ghar pe.. waah kya padai ki thi.2 baje soye 6 baje uthe.. aur poori raat haste rahe... margin pe pass kara tha us M L Aggarwal ne.. just 40 on 100!




(to be continued..)
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So, 2 yrs down the line its time to close this one.
Close with a thought on my old home..
In my dreams not a single day since then I have seen our new house.. its always the old home.. rooms, walls, memories, voices... love, anguish, festivals, celebrations.. (25/02/11)