The Lost Memories......

#backtomyroots My parents, grandparents, cousins, and aunts all lived in this house, which we called "Poonkavu," where I spent during my childhood. The name itself came because the house was full of plants. My grandparents possessed a vast variety of exotic plants, including rose pears, mulberries, mangoes, and so many flowering plants which I can't even name. There were so many of our dogs running around in this very house. it's been 23 years since I left this home with my parents. I was only 5, but i still remember the day we left. After that whenever my school auto passes by that way, my grandparents would wait by the gate side to see me and give me  my favorite water apples (Chambakka). We had a huge tree in our house full of that. Our then home now belongs to our dear family friend, I was very happy when they invited me. It was hard going back to a house which was once your home. I have grown up so much that the walls, rooms everything seems so small. Those living room still smell like my grandparents, I really wish they were with me these days. People talk to me saying this is 'Viviettan's daughter', that's when I realized I'm my dad's legacy, and he still lives through me. The gardens are not like how they used to be, less plants but still green. That's where I roamed around with my cousins, played, learned arts...we are total strangers to each other now. Who is to blame ? What is the reason ? Why did it happen? Or is it just that i have grown up and started thinking and realised all of it was a mistake and wrong decisions. Now I am in a very happy and good place, but where did my golden childhood go? I wish I could live that once again with all of them, but that have become a long lost dream....I am really grateful to Sandhya, who found me and took me back. It was not a closure but it could fill the holes that were always there......