Down a very pleasant memory lane...When one is holed up in his or her house for such a long time, it is always pleasant to recollect the lovely times gone by. A near relative of mine took me to the times when we would gather for our summer vacations year on year. It was our ancestral village, a lovely and very green village near Kumbakonam, a temple town, in Tamil Nadu. One can still see a lot of greenery there.
Our ancestral house was too big. It had a space of around seven thousand square feet. The tiled house had a huge hall, which we would call "aranmanai"( palace). It was a huge hall of around 2000 square feet. On the front side, there used an open place called "thinnai". In those days, this was supposedly meant to cater to anyone who would come and needed accommodation for the night. They would be given dinner and asked to stay on. The "thavaram" was one area that had iron grills and the rainwater and sunlight would be the aplenty, as this was open to the sky. The house had a garden of at least six thousand thousand square feet. I can still remember the superb variety of mangos that we used to get from the garden. You name the vegetable, and we had that in our garden. Even during summer, the nights were pleasant. We would always play in the garden. In the nights, we would go to the terrace and happily sleep.
The cleaning of the house was left to a few servant maids and they would be fed every day with a square meal. The kitchen had only the age-old mud stoves, but the taste of all dishes was fabulous. The banana plantation was simply too good. Today, everything has been sold as my father and his brother were unable to manage it. Several acres of rich farms were also sold.
That village is still there, and many houses have been demolished to give way to concrete houses. Our own house has been totally demolished. What lovely memories of those good old times...
This is my entry for the a thread a day contest for day 11, that is, 11th July 2020.