Wednesday, February 13, 2019

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Courtesy - J Hardy Carroll
In place of the open ground where she used to play with her friends and siblings during her childhood, an unsightly building had come up.

The whole place looked congested concrete jungle. The village had lost its previous charm along with its native flora and fauna. Flashy malls and apartments were sprouting around. 

She lost the battle in court to corporators and big real estate agents. Encroachment and rampant development bulldozed various small dissents. She was one of the many hapless old residents; compensation was not enough! 

Teary-eyed she stood watching as her ancestral home was razed.

Thank You Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

33 comments:

  1. WE have so many memories tied up in the places we have lived.

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    1. Oh of course...that is what makes us who we are!
      Thanks for reading Iain.

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  2. Oh boy, I know just how she feels. I think almost every place I lived as a child is gone.

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    1. I guess then change is the only thing that's constant and that change may be for good or bad...
      Thanks for reading Karen

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  3. As happens over and over again in various parts of the world.

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  4. Yes, unplanned development can be a problem

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  5. Time moves on, and we can only stand, observe and grieve. Nicely done.

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    1. Somethings are beyond our control and only time can heal it slowly.

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  6. Dear Kislaya,

    Such a true to life sad story. well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. It's so painful and disorienting to lose our touchstones from childhood. When they are gone, it's like losing a sliver of ourselves.

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    1. Yes Dawn, it is like losing ourselves and it is difficult to find sanity in such situation.
      Thanks for reading!

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  8. Such a sad story, also true, it happens all the time.

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    1. History and even present times are replete with such sad stories.

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  9. They can destroy neighbourhoods but not memories. A poignant piece indeed.

    Click to read my FriFic tale!

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  10. That happened to my family. When we bought the land, city center was twenty miles away. Now it's ten miles past what used to be our place.

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  11. This was what happened to my paternal grandparents' residence. A medical clinic now sits on it. for us, nothing's left but the memories. such is life.

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  12. So sad to watch her home torn down. Out with the old and in with the new. We lose too much, our past is forgotten. Well-written piece.

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  13. I guess that's always been the way of things, but it's sad when it's your home that's being replaced. Well told.

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  14. "Progress" walks with heavy booths... and some are crushed

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  15. A sad tale Kisloya.
    Things move on too quickly sometimes with no regard for the people involved. I felt for her.

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    1. Sorry , just noticed I got your name wrong, Kislaya. x

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  16. A sad tale Kisloya.
    Things move on too quickly sometimes with no regard for the people involved. I felt for her.

    gramswisewords.blogspot.com

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