Loved this portion, since it has been my experience too.
"And that I think is just the way life is - as we grow older, as we grow taller and bigger, things that were very important at some stage in our lives may fail to retain the same importance later on in our lives. That is indeed normal - because we all have priorities and as we grow, our priorities will change and so will our perspectives."
I feel the same way when I am back in Vettical, my home village, once in (3) to (4) years. The whole Topography of the place has changed. When I was growing up back in 50's and 60's, the area around our ancestral home, which no more exists, was like an open field and we could see what is going on around houses far away from ours and now that view is limited to may be around 100 feet . I used to walk (3) Miles each way to my high school at Mulanthuruthy and I felt that (3) mille distance has shrunk by half. The ponds around the edges of those once scenic paddy fields with coconut plants leaning forward for open sun, where I used to spend hours fishing during my summer holidays, have all disappeared. The pond in our own Property where we used to spend hours playing swim and catch game looked so small, the same pond where (10) to (15) kids swam at the same time and had so much fun. The whole property where I used to walk around collecting Cashew Nuts with my sweet (3) year old niece Preethi tagging along helping me, non-stop talking, appeared shrunk. But I still hold on to those nostalgic sweet memories and can picture how it was then, each and every cashew tree by the shape of it's nut and the colour of its fruit and picture the beautiful half naked (3) year old girl who followed me from tree to tree
Dinu.....it's so nice to read your article, as it is your own experience......you are really a good writer you picturise it in such a way that the readers too go back to their childhood days.....what you wrote is very true because several times when I visit the houses , which then I thought was a big house, seem to be VERY SMALL when we visited it years later..
Nice Dinu.. took us along for a stroll through your native soil ... I'd experienced the same shrinking feeling myself when I entered 1 C in KVE after several years of leaving school. The furniture had shrunk beyond acceptable proportions, the black board was oh so awfully small ...stupefied... but still not pausing to reflect upon the change the beholder has undergone .. would love to see this writeup as the first in a series that would follow ... embrace nostalgia and the words will flow ...keep writing...
I had exactly the same experience .. I took my kids to the place where we lived for a long time and had vivid memories of the place. I went past the house few times before recognizing it. In my case, there had no changes to the place ...all the changes were in me..my mind had retained the image of the place as I saw it as a kid ...Nicely written Dinu!!
The yard which I thought is too big (since it was too difficult for me to hit fours/sixes when I was playing cricket with my cousin bro in mom's home) now the same yard is just enough for me to reverse the car. Our lengthier cricket pitches are now just 2 steps walk out. Shrunken school/college grounds/walls and many more... Happy to read your post
Indeed that trip back to Eloor, I will never forget... I almost turned to that 9 yr old girl when i took you to the 'puzhakadavu'..though a kind of sadness also embraced me....because this was the house and those were the places where i used to walk with my 'pappa'...a house i used to get scoldings and sometimes beatings for not drinking the milk...the house i used to go and paste the 'chayavanaprasham' on the back wall, because I hated it...a house i used to wait patiently and sometimes impatiently for my parents to return from work...to check mummy's handbag for 'puffs'...a house where I and my brother fought, loved and lived our childhood..