As I entered in my lost known world, I have been reintroduced with some inseparable relationships with a new identity and new address. The fragrances of the lost world are the same as it was used to be. Found some old cheerful and faded faces with having dark and grey lines of unpredicted and speech-impaired time.
Very soon they have understood my tiredness and hungriness due to my continuous journey throughout the day and served their love in the food. Aroma, sweetness, sourness are the same in their old recipes and having authenticate taste. Even sharpness of home-made red chili powder hasn’t changed, served with their abundance of happiness.
Decided to take a long walk towards our old and parted destination. Steps on the road and the trees were reckoned by us. Even after two decades it’s not changed, remained same. After each episode of reckoned steps, we are getting our well-known structures Gandhi Park, Gurudwara, community hall, Club house, playground and the same old shops. I have watched few changed and unchanged of the same series of buildings not having any increase in nos. However, the structure of Goddess Kali temple is changed, actually it’s enhanced. At earlier, few of them said to me that now number of people are getting shorten in the township. In my memory hundreds of men, women and children was getting accommodate easily for worship, even we would get sufficient space to play. Then why and for what purpose it was atoned to make it bigger for getting a smaller number of people.
After making my footprints on muddy path and walked on over cobbled road, I am becoming more baseless. Walked little bit more on a narrow-cemented pitch that was used to a part of our playground, used to be broaden up on my gone past days. It was sufficient space for me to make swing my bat to take a full length of shots to build uncharted new records. Touched the wall to find the marks made by me. It is covered by many layers of paints and the time. The wall woke up and felt me. She was mum. She showed the three lines of mark is still there inside her heart but she never shows to others, kept her emotions and my memories secret. I am scion from the wall, from the building, from the wooden gate, square shaped iron net, windows are peeping me from a single opened space of the net. They are calling me to come inside. It is smouldering my suppressed feelings and memories.
A trail was made there on the mid of the ground, which I had tried hard unsuccessfully to dislocate always by putting stones and other obstacles over there. But it’s still existed and in full bloom. Some holes, cracks and patches are still there, no changes. Giving me a nostalgic welcome message. I am trying to find that concrete bench situated on both sides of another diverted road, it was demolished intentionally. Where with my childhood friend I used to spend my long time on those days after everything having dark, in night, for making our future plans. We were trying to hide ourselves from unwanted elements and avoiding disturbance with help of shelter, backside shadow made by the light-post. Now that old hanging tube light-post is no more, in place of that a highly technical advanced and double height light-post is posted there, standing aplomb with having four sided full powered LED lamps spreading soothing light at every corner, no place of hiding there now at all. And there is no hanging wire in the sky through poles, everywhere underground wiring, it means now no kite would hang as my kites were usually got stuck on those wires.
Through my friend I have come to know that the old quarters where inhabitants used to celebrate their festivals, sharing their cheerful moments and sorrow, exchanging their emotions, playing and did quarrel. Those have been either demolished or abandoned and now the entire population have shifted towards the new quarters, build on the ground where my father used to say that the land was not approved to make buildings because that land was full of cracks and pits of small and big, it was that big on those days when I used to go to one of my uncles’ house passing through that ground my legs would get inside into it. I had to be very cautious while walking. If any building was made then walls would be surely crack and insecure for persons who would live in those buildings. Now those buildings have been built based on those cracks and pits, happiness and relationships have shifted from fertile to barren land.
Tried to find few more evidence of my life there. Inhaled air into me so that I can live more after being separated from them. Some known Trees are still there holding tightly their soil with deep rooted. Still giving low hanging fruits for children and giving shelter to their present lords. They are better than me. Though, all of us are moving unconditionally continuously towards a direction as per the time and space relativity theory. But all of them are moving with their own associates, relatives and friends in a specific dimension. They are rooted in one place on the earth and I am moving separately, directionless and for unmeant in the world, like a nomad. Yes, I am a nomad, nothing else more than that.