Lately, Maaji has been constantly pressing for re-construction of our house. And, she’s quite reasonably asking for it. Its long due…house as it stands, is already 40 years old eagerly waiting for its renovation. We both are emotionally attached to this house…so many memories of past are scattered around this house. Finally, I had to give in and agree for the renovation. Soon, people were hired to demolish our beloved house. As, things progressed and workers started tearing down the roofs; and walls started falling apart….I felt the tremors in my heart. ..it was like the horses of time were taking a leap of a lifetime in couple of seconds. I knew things around me will never be same..They keep changing always but this was more of a visual manifestation of “universal truth of change”. Old was gracefully paving way for the new to come up… Those walls were carrying the scars of the past for too long; they were crumbling under their own load…rightfully looking at us; to put them to final rest. All things, phenomenon in nature reach their final consequence one day….and they metamorphosise into something new. I gave my heartfelt farewell to old house..those walls; those rooms and those windows through which i watched the world around.






