So, end April, we moved- from a spacious 3 bedroom in a sprawling apartment complex with all
amenities; to a cosy 2 bedroom house in a peaceful layout. This, because we
invested in another apartment- which hopefully will be ready to welcome us in
Dec- and we needed to balance the EMI and rent with the monies being deposited in the bank at the
month end. We had been in the earlier apartment for over 6 years, and initially,
all 3 of us, especially Sonny Boy, had some trouble adjusting, but a house has
its delights.
In this house, we don’t have a swimming pool, or a
clubhouse, or a badminton court, or a big play area. But the first day itself,
neighbouring kids came in search of my son. There were no small groups, just one
large group, which welcomed Sonny boy into their midst. The road is their playground. Cricket is the
all time favourite, but football was all the rage during World Cup season. Here, Sonny boy
learns to tackle traffic on roads while he cycles.
Here, we don’t have a long paved pathway for morning and
evening walks, but instead, the criss-crossing roads in the layout are wide,
with shade giving trees on both sides, and peaceful dogs snoozing outside houses
next to each other. From provisions, to
veggies, to momos, to curries, to dosa batter, small shops a walk away, sell
anything you could think of, at economical prices. The nearest little petty shop 2 min away, is
only about the size of 2 aisles in the supermarket opposite our earlier
apartment. But the lady/husband/neighbour there has everything at their
fingertips.
Tarkaaaari, paypaaar,
sopppuuuu, hoovuuuu- I can hear all the local vendors going past, and can
run down if I’m interested. There even is
an ice cream man ringing his bell invitingly as he passes by in the late
mornings.. which brought back memories of my childhood summers. The only thing
missing was the nelakadala man.
Maids cost a fraction of what they used to at the earlier complex. Neither do
they dictate terms as to what will be done and what will not.
For more than a decade, we’d forgotten what it was like to
have un-water-stained bathrooms, and taps and buckets. With Cauvery water, we welcomed back clean
bathrooms, and unspotty vessels. Unsticky
hair and clean white clothes. (as clean as can be expected of a 10 year old
boy). Water ran in taps 24/7.
For more than a decade, we’d also forgotten what it was to
not have electricity at times. Here the first time power went, we had to search
out 10 year old candles. It reminded me of power cut times back in Kerala that
we kids would look forward to. We’d sit
out on the verandah steps, enjoying the night breeze, swatting
away the ubiquitous mosquitoes, chatting, playing word building, or making
shadows on the walls. In this house, we don’t have a verandah to sit on, and the doors and windows have meshes, so thankfully very less mosquitoes, but once in a while, we do have a cande lit
dinner.
We have 2 neighbours- one downstairs, and one next door. The
downstairs family is nice- a family of 5- a couple, 2 kids( boys) , and the MIL-, but can’t
say that about our next door neighbours-
a young couple. I have never seen such anti-social people! They have a
particular antipathy towards the downstairs family the reason for which I’m unable
to fathom. They complain that the kids make noise but in the 5 months we’ve
been here, I’ve never felt it so. Our common maid told me that they complained
to the downstairs lady, of the noise her mixie made, and also of the din her cooker
whistle made in the morning! The house has a spacious car park, where all 3
families can park their cars and bikes. But, in the evenings, the next door man
takes his car outside the car park and parks it on the road, to prevent kids playing outside our house. That’s
how nasty they can be. So far, we’ve not had any run-ins with them ourselves.
The only thing I miss here, is the click of paws on the floor.
Sigh!
4 comments:
Loved reading this :)
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Thanks a lot for share this one.
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