When its gone, its gone!
How does it feel to see the home that you grew up, being demolished? Believe me, it's heart wrenching.
Few days back, I visited Grandmom's home. It was sold months ago, and the Apartment guys who acquired it have started demolishing it. The moment I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. Only the front portion of the house remained. Through the only remaining door, I could see the ruins behind. All those years of memories came racing by as I watched it. Had a tough time keeping my emotions at check. Found an old autograph book among the ruins. Photos. More memories.
Ironically, all the trees were completely fruit-laden, especially 'loovikka' and 'chaambakka' (wonder what they are called in english).
Took a few snaps and videos.
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