Village

There was a time when i used to die to come to my village. My friends and relatives were all here. My grand parents and others were my favs.
Today as i am writing this blog i am doing so because i am not habitual of crying and the heavy heart is required to be opened up to someone.
No one is here.
My grand parents are long gone.
So are my friends. Some married off some left the village. Some have vanished into thin air.

I stood at the center of my village n found a creepy feeling creep up to me. So much has changed. Walls have come up where trees used to be there. The pond has shrunk to half its size. The age old tree giving shade to the shiva idol has been cut down to be sold in the market.

The field where we used to play hardly resembles its own self now.

This is not the village i knew and loved.

Not my village any more.