MY FAVORITE CHILDHOOD PLACE

MY FAVORITE CHILDHOOD PLACE

by: Navjit Gaurav, 2008BARC077
Seventh semester, Urban Design.
Email:- navjit143.spa@gmail.com

     It is very correctly said that childhood is the best part of one's life. This is because the child is innocent and is honest by heart. Unlike any other child, I spent most of my childhood in the hostel. I was sent to boarding school in class three because there was no good education center in our village and even in town. Since then my home’s porch area has been my favorite childhood place. Even today it reminds me of those days. There is an especial emotional attachment with this place. My mother always comes like every other mother to see off me, whenever I go to the hostel. That was really a touching moment for me. She standing there with tears in her eyes and saying goodbye to me, and at the same time praying to god for my wellbeing. All this is really so touching that even today tears come in my eyes whenever the vacations remind me of all that. When I used to return back during vacations, she used to stand on the same porch, with her arms waiting to grab her small son and hug him tightly. The warmth of that hug is so good and special that I lost in my vocabulary to find out some words to express it. 

       I used to play in the same area during my vacations. Since I grew up in Boarding school type environment, so I did not have any friend in my locality. I used to play there with my elder brother. In winter I used to do my homework sitting there all alone. The loneliness of my those days had lots to share. Those steps where I used to climb and jump down with my brother. The small garden in front of it, which was a result of my father’s hard work. He had decorated it with colourful flowers, shrubs, and trees. I usually helped him in his gardening whenever I was there during vacations. Whenever it rains here I can feel the smell of my garden’s soil and flowers. All that is so nice that I cherish them all whenever I am alone or feel like going home. There are flowers for all seasons, and they are still the same the only thing that has changed is Me. I have grown up with all those beautiful memories in my heart. Even today whenever I go home during vacations or any occasion, I find my mother standing under that same porch area in the same manner that she do earlier. She even used to come out to the main gate with few gray hairs and more affection than earlier. But the tears is still there, that naturally comes out on her wrinkled chicks for her son. All these reasons together make this porch area so special and of course “my favorite childhood place”. 

         The sketch above shows the character of the place which turned into my own space ( world). The pillars and sitting area created of cement, the flower bed, etc. where I used to sit looking at the sky and thinking of a number of things. When anyone will look at the sketch he/she will find something missing in it. yeah, it is a human figure, no sketch looks better without that. But in this sketch it is me who is writing all this, I wanted to feel the space by just looking at this. This is really an overwhelming feeling. The porch area I can never forget because of the memories attached to it. Emotional attachments altogether make it “my favorite childhood place”.

                                                                                            -NAVJIT GAURAV.