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  • It is happening all the time these days. In the name of development,
    old houses are being demolished and huge buildings coming up in
    their place, all looking the same with no no charm and no originality.
    Whenever I see these houses being destroyed, I wonder what the
    owners must be feeling, if they are alive.
    There would be so many memories attached to the place.

    Quite some time ago a beautiful building, a part of my
    childhood,was demolished. There were three houses in that
    building and it stood on top of a hill. There were beautiful
    lawns all around. We used to go there for vacations.
    I can still see myself entering the house, the bedrooms, the kitchen,
    the dining room and the verandah.
    They were huge rooms and a big verandah, looking out to the sea.
    My cousin had many dolls and a beautiful steel kitchen set. We
    used to play 'house house' in that verandah.
    That was the place where my grandfather used to tell us stories,
    where I used lie down and read comics and story books.
    My mother used to tell me that when I was in the crawling stage,
    once seeing the front door open ,I had crawled out and climbed
    the stairs! There had been real panic in the house when they
    noticed my disappearance.
    The house has been demolished but those sweet memories will
    always be alive, evergreen.
    It has been rightly said,
    "Life is a process- just one thing after another.
    When you lose one, just start again".
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