Nativity

People seem it enjoyable to remember and visit the place they were born, studied or lived. All these places are a person’s attachment towards the place he/she spent half of their life time or even a single moment. How a lifeless brick, stones become pride and memory for an individual? Or is it the people with whom they cherished the good, funny or even crazy times?

It is the right blend of both the factors. Here are some of my favorite spots. The tea shop which has the proper shading to provide enough security to smoke with maximum freedom, the bench in your college which is the anchor for beautiful sceneries(ahem), the 50 paise pepsicola corner shop near the school gate and the roadside Tiffin shop near your college room or hostel. People tend to remember all these things and when they visit those places, their enquiry about the place is minimal but the joy of meeting the people who made those beautiful, memorable and still are working hard to make it unforgettable for rest of the people.

The value of the place increases more when you come to know you are going to leave it for a long time. It may not be the luxurious of all but it cared you without saying any word against for the stipulated time. When the time comes to leave, you say your final goodbye and make sure you enjoy all those things for one last time.

I made sure to visit my favorite tea shop in my native place before I came to US. I made sure that I drink the local cola drink followed by tea and Vada. I made sure to visit my home there and dig the photos of my childhood and college days. I made sure to eat at the hotel nearby. I made sure to visit the guy who ironed our clothes and say bye to him. Finally I made sure to remember them all.