My childhood days were at another town. Now I have no links.. after the the sudden demise of my father. The home ... the same house appears even in my today dreams. Long 24 years, I did not see the inners of the house again. It belongs to my father's employer. For me, the employers and their family is very close to my world, even today. I did not see them for almost twenty years. The Babu Dr who called me "Vallu, Dillkhush". He is no more. The Bapaiah dr who gave me a shirt, laughing machine ( I am not very sure, or its from Babu Dr) after his trip from abroad. The பெரிய டாக்டர்- my father used to tell me that he is fond of me.
The thinking of the town brings the memories of my father, the HOME. I still believe my father is alive there , so the house. The room at which my father used to write accounts is my dwelling. It stores tons of story books and it was a heaven to me.
The main room, where you cant miss the early morning "Vandee Maadaram" from radio, the smell of oil which my father use,he is a very systematic man, rolls his shirt, combing the hair, with right hand three or more times and with left hand. Very affectionate man.
The dining where we used to have our food together, it brings sweet memories of the imitation of my brother like my father, my father's plate, it has a dent and it rolls which gives irritation to my father, the dosaa, mango avaiyal,delicious food.
And the Anna, who used to take me to cinema and all. He is very lovable character and I am very much attached to him. Now all are as memories only.
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