Living in a property that's older than a century, is a unique experience in itself. My childhood was spent in one such abode that proudly stood in the heart of the oldest city in the world, resonating with the age old family lineage.
I always took pride in being a descendant of one of the most prominent families of the Varanasi city. After 18 formative years of my life being spent here, I moved to Bangalore for higher education.
Today, after 4 years of college, job and city life exposure, when I returned to Varanasi, things had changed. Changed for good and for the better.
My father, got residential and commercial buildings constructed on the very land where i spent my childhood. We have now moved in one of the newly constructed apartments that is basically sprawling and simply gorgeous.
The drastic metamorphosis from the archaic architecture to a new and organized apartment-is perhaps my Muse for writing today.
The new house is beautifully done up by my mother's genius sense if interior designing but there is certainly a painful novelty in the atmosphere here. The breeze on 12 th floor is cool and nothing beats the view, but perhaps now I value and miss the charm of old and creaky doors, permanently dampened walls and unplanned architecture.
The whole experience was challenging for my parents and grand mother but they adapted to it happily as they craved a break from living in the shabby old home.
I adore the new settings but as I said, the novelty is so profound that it's difficult for me to accept it as my own. A few more days and perhaps I'll love being here.
