Abidingly in any “introduce yourself” question I proudly declare “I was born and brought up in the steel city of
Small towns have a cult of their own. The fact that they are small makes them so different from the rest. All faces are known, all paths commonly treaded, shops defined and few, space and room in plenty, life content, ambitions high and living simple. In such places you will not stand long with a motorbike gone kaput – help comes handy. The fact that you are known and recognized makes you want be a better person. Life is sans a lot of hassles like traffic, distance, crowds and malls. Schools are little and all go there. So though within a small community but competition is rather fierce. Space is available in abundance. Roads are all yours. The verdure there is not a thing of the past. You still can bike on those long winding roads and feel the breeze through your hair as you zoom.
Inside home the sounds that echo in the labyrinth of memory are so different. “Get back to study” was the most commonly heard phrase at home. And we four siblings could do anything but that. Ashim (the second of we four siblings, I being the eldest) was the smartest and the most mischievous. He would always come up with ideas of exploiting the wealth of resources we had – old magazines, sarees, utensils, instruments and above all those “happy hours” when both mom and dad were away at work. We then literally were the “masters of all we survey”..
I can just go and on.. Its like revisiting a time that you love the most.. Running out on time though..
Till I blog again to complete the rest.. Happy reading..