“Home is, where your the Heart is”
I too felt the same emotional pain and anguish during the days when I have to leave my home in Ayanavaram, where I have lived from my 0th Year. It has been the same plight for me to understand the Jew's feeling in Gaza.
My home was old stylied, big house with high ceiling, large wooden doors, one side has the view of the KH Road and another has the village like view of small houses with lot of big trees and greenery. My room’s window was the world to me when I was a teenager, my money plant, the nest, the veranda cricket had the same spirit like the World Cup, right from the pitch report, yakker, one pitch catch…immovable stumps..
I still hold the memories of my holidays in my home, playing in all the nook and corner, my first Love from my home, my experience of HOME ALONE. I came to my home on that rainy day with my girl(lover) to ask permission to my parents...my love, my marriage - formally arranged love marriage..happy days.. horrible days..all had life there....all these sort of emotions bundled in that house which I have to leave for the sake of making it into 4 blocks 3floors...48 flats!!! (Poora Koondu poola.)
Home which I loved most has been bulldozed now...whether I am feeling for all this is because I am quite imaginative or bcoz of my birthday is 2 or I am a Piscesian. I DONT KNOW, but I feel so..I think you too will be feeling for your possesions? do anybody else feel like me for there home??? Does all the things which we cant get again becomes so goody..goody??