It’s therapeutic to do the same things we enjoyed as a child with the advantage of a more appreciative perspective.
Visiting my childhood home after being away for almost a decade brought up a range of emotions and nostalgia. There’s no easy way to describe the thoughts and feelings that flooded my soul.
As soon as I stepped into the alley, I actually stepped into yet another alleyway in my mind which was angling for a trip down memory lane. All the fuzzy and disjointed memories came into focus in a fraction of a second. For the first time when I saw the nameplate, I actually saw Vinay V. Verma (my father’s name) written there, and then I came back to my senses and reality sank in.
The entire place was soo familiar yet clouds of unfamiliarity engulfed me. Due to some strangely obvious reasons, those pleasant memories were mixed with surprising disappointments.
Life changes as we grow, and so do our likings, priorities, and perspectives; but one thing which doesn’t change for sure is the level of peace that we get when we visit the place where we had spent initial days of our life.