...nani ka ghar....

today suddenly m missing my nani ka ghar more, its memories are always there....the ghar cant jst get out from the soul....its there always....bt today i m missing it more...its huge sahn..where we have played all through our childhood....a dozen children of the house running, cycling...this sahn has seen all the seasons, festivals, marriages and deaths....sahn been an integral part of the household....a flexible space...which turned into a full fledged dhobi ghat in morning...a full spillover space of the kitchen during meal preparing times, an offcourse how can it be complete without the khat pat of utensils and the spicy gossips of mumanis....they added the zing to the whole thing...come afternoon,....time for us the noisemakers to come bk from school..the sahn would turn into a platform of some railway station....one after the other the huge door would be opened and banged....complete with a loud salaam...so that the whole house wud know who has come...n suddnely nana would shout from his place....aree aram se darwaza band kiya ker....hazaar martaba samjhaya hai....n this wud happen everyday....afternoon siesta time, n our sahn wud be our playground....till evening we wud play....the huge haveli it was....complete with dalan and dar dalan....those beautiful cusped arches and the chajja over them...today how i wish that they should not have sold the haveli....but then...thats how the life is...but even today...while passing even in front of the nani ki gali....i feel a pang somewhere..the biggest house of the mohalla...sold...why......i miss my nanis home...