Home sweet home!!

It's the first day of year. I am home. Sweet home. It's a place I grew up in. I wont say that i know every nook and corner of this small town yet it's a memory I always cherish. I look out of the window of my room and I see a beautiful world. A world minus of dust and pollution, rid of intoxicants in the air we breath. It's a small town in was born in, it has no assigned place on the map as well but it exists. People who have grown with time and changed dwell here. They have grey in their hair now. Reminding me of my long lost childhood. Concrete has encroached here as well. A few years from now this peace, serenity and calm will be gone and it will become one another concrete structural world.
I stand besides a window, my eyes are vigilant, my ears tuned to the sound of nature around me. The river which flows below my house, the gushing wind moving softly over the flowing water and the sweet sound of the river taking a turn all of it is out of a dream. I sit outside the house in the early mornings and I see small time farmers walking towards the river to take bath and gear up for the day ahead. On their way to the river they talk to my grandfather who is the chiefton of the panchayat. He is a man of medium height and a strong yet lean built. A family is an agricultural family with a good hold in the community and people respect my grandfather as he is one of the most influential man around. His built can never give you a glimpse into the ability he has at farming and his capacity to make over fifty people work on the fields every day during the harvest season on the paddy fields. The panchayat has decided once to make a bathing pond for the poor in and around the place where I live. I remember how many an old and wise people had a conversation with my grandfather to give a piece of his land to built the pond. He was generous enough to have given a mass of land for the pond as well as for the construction of the panchayat school. After a few years all these deeds would be forgotten because time is an eraser. People forget the bad fast and the good faster.
Humans have a very short term memory and it works as a great weapon when one wants to forget and never recall. Some things in life are unforgettable; first love, first kiss, tender warm of the souls encounter of the other, realisation that what one looks upon is the one for whom that feeling of doing anything ushered in.