Went back to BP to visit the columbrium.On the way home we dropped by 336 to take a last look before it was flattened by the bull-dozer.The whole area is scheduled to be flattened to make way for the expansion of the BP hospital.
There was a feeling of wistfulness because that was the house I grew up in.It was a rambling old bungalow house with massive rooms and a quaint kitchen located downstairs.The old 'jambu' tree by the kitchen was where we,my sisters and I spent our time.The ants and the occasional vists by furry caterpillars did not put us off from climbing it and eating the fruits while reading a book.And we were champs where tree-climbing was concerned.We could shimmy up the tree in seconds.The only tree that we were forbidden to climb was the coconut tree by the front door.Yes that's the tree I'm talking about and that's my sister and I trying to look sweet and demure for the picture.
Like the learned say...we need to change with times but thank God for digital cameras that allow us to store such precious memories of the past.
(The jambu tree is in the background to the left.The kitchen's to the right)
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