 |
| 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!
WE have so many memories tied up in the places we have lived.
ReplyDeleteOh of course...that is what makes us who we are!
DeleteThanks for reading Iain.
Ah, sad story. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you Susan!
DeleteWhat a sad story of loss!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Penny!
DeleteOh boy, I know just how she feels. I think almost every place I lived as a child is gone.
ReplyDeleteI guess then change is the only thing that's constant and that change may be for good or bad...
DeleteThanks for reading Karen
As happens over and over again in various parts of the world.
ReplyDeleteVery true Dale!
DeleteThanks!
Yes, unplanned development can be a problem
ReplyDeleteTime moves on, and we can only stand, observe and grieve. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSomethings are beyond our control and only time can heal it slowly.
DeleteDear Kislaya,
ReplyDeleteSuch a true to life sad story. well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle!
DeleteNamaste and Shalom!
It's so painful and disorienting to lose our touchstones from childhood. When they are gone, it's like losing a sliver of ourselves.
ReplyDeleteYes Dawn, it is like losing ourselves and it is difficult to find sanity in such situation.
DeleteThanks for reading!
Such a sad story, also true, it happens all the time.
ReplyDeleteHistory and even present times are replete with such sad stories.
Delete'Develpoment' :(
ReplyDeleteThey can destroy neighbourhoods but not memories. A poignant piece indeed.
ReplyDeleteClick to read my FriFic tale!
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.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad.
ReplyDeleteI guess that's always been the way of things, but it's sad when it's your home that's being replaced. Well told.
ReplyDelete"Progress" walks with heavy booths... and some are crushed
ReplyDeleteHow sad.
ReplyDeleteA sad tale Kisloya.
ReplyDeleteThings move on too quickly sometimes with no regard for the people involved. I felt for her.
gramswisewords.blogspot.com
Sorry , just noticed I got your name wrong, Kislaya. x
DeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
DeleteA sad tale Kisloya.
ReplyDeleteThings move on too quickly sometimes with no regard for the people involved. I felt for her.
gramswisewords.blogspot.com