Memories are what the past is made up of, the future competes with and the present recalls.
There are some places that have made up more of our childhood than most. A tree you played around, a garden you spent hours in or a house in which you played hide and seek with children your own age. These singularly normal and even perhaps common place locations are elevated to a heightened degree of uniqueness by being the canvas for your memories. Visuals embedded from decades past flash whenever you hear mention of these places and a flood of times happier comes flowing.
As a child I lived in a joint family in a house built in the mid 40’s. My Great – Grandfather, (my Father’s maternal grandfather) was a man of some local distinction having completed a graduate degree. In early 20th Century, in the Princely states of the British Empire of India, higher education for the average Indian was rare. So he did well and with his savings made one of the first houses in the area. He owned the entire street then, now all that remains is a corner bungalow the days of glory of which have been long past. This house was where I completed 0-10 and thus remember each plant in its garden, each crack I ran a finger against and the furniture which towered over me which now I dwarf. I recently visited my grandparents with my new 50mm Prime Focus lens with the hope of capturing those locations which inhabit all my childhood scenes. Here are the results.
One of my fondest memories is gardening with my grandmother. A woman in possession of one of the greenest thumbs I have ever seen she introduced me to the world of budding, bulbs, bonsai and gladioli. Here are some of the plants from her terrace garden.
So that was a part of my childhood. Memories of hiding behind the water tank from my cousins in a game or when a glass of milk was about. Of playing in the garden and gathering pieces of twig, leaves and other organic waste to play with them. Time passes much to quickly but as long as you have more positive remembrances than unfortunate ones, you are lucky. Like these bricks which I stood on once to see past the parapet, this house may be old but will never get any less beautiful.