Parents are leaving one home for another home.
Wanted to do a quick tour of the building compound. Have spent close to three decades of my life wandering these areas, chilling with friends all day during vacations and all evening through school days, playing cricket all the time, learning how to cycle, climb walls, jump off them.
Have learnt overarm bowling, batting, football, skating, running... everything over here... played countless games of stop palti... played holi, celebrated diwali, dandiya, and lost badminton tournaments.
Made so many best friends. So many others from different places came over - school, junior college, grad college, office, dance class, calligraphy class, Rotary, tuition class... so many tuition teachers, relatives, random people, even celebrities(!).
Place seemed much bigger earlier, but got smaller as I got bigger.
Made me think - if social media didn't exist, perhaps the only way to trace someone back would be to go to their last known address, right?
Anyway, goodbye childhood home. For now.
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There used to be a Sintex tank here, where we played. |
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Overarm cricket pitch one, batsman's view |
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Remember lighting fuljhadis here one Diwali |
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7 pm meeting point after getting done with the day's play |
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Neighbouring building compound |
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Bench where all the old people sat |
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Me and papa |
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Sometimes in the summer, we played cricket here |
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Backside of the building, for box cricket |
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Underarm pitch one, batsman's viewpoint |
