As I sit in my open terrace 2 bhk appartment in Dombivli, my mind often wanders back to the days of my childhood, spent in the konkan village where I born and grew up. The memories of our old native home in the village are still so vivid in my mind, and I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia and longing for those simpler times.
Our village of Shivdav, located near Kankavali in Konkan, was situated amongst verdant hills and surrounded by rice fields. The humble abodes in the village were constructed of clay and straw, and I recall fondly the scorching summer days spent running barefoot and chasing after dragonflies. We also enjoyed sampling the delicious mangoes grown in the area.
But it wasn’t all fun and games. Life in the village was hard work, and everyone had their part to play. My grandmother spent her entire life worked with rice fields. But for us it was all fun.
I remember the evenings spent gathered around the fire, listening to my grandfather tell stories of his Rama- Krishna and singing Marathi poems..
As I look back on those memories now, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing for the simplicity and close-knit community of my childhood. While I am grateful for the opportunities that living in the city has afforded me, I will always cherish the memories of our old native home in the village.
After the passing of my parents, we only visit our hometown a couple of times per year for a short period of time. It is difficult to maintain the old home due to various problems. As a result, we have decided to demolish the house and start a new this year.
Here is the last look of our old house.
