The lost (last) spring season fifty five years back , in this autumn of modernity
By
P.R.Ramachander
(This write up is not mine but was posted in the face
book which attracted me. I have modified
certain aspects to make its appeal universal. I have changed
certain narrations)
Fifty five years
back:-
They repaired
their slippers and wore it again,
They darned their
cloths and wore it again,
Even after love
marriage the wife did not address,
Her husband by his
name or referred to him without respect.
During festivals special dishes were shared
with neighbors.
Whenever some
dish was left over at night ,
Next day it was
boiled well and used as side
dish with gruel.
In all wedding
celebrations lunch was important feast.
During long journeys
they took mixed rices like lemon
or tamarind rice to eat on the way.
Most of the people travelled by bus most of the time.
The students of
all schools were only children.
Most of the people understood meaning of lyrics of songs.
Most relatives and friends wrote letters to each other.
During festivals together
they ate feasts and went and
watched Cinemas together,
The entire village
together ran behind the thief to
catch him,
If some shouting is heard from a home, the neighbors rushed to
help,
All of us respected elders of even neighboring homes
Near and dear ones
came to attend marriages even two days before
The entire village toiled
for every homes celebrations
Each and every one came
and offered help if some is sick or
in case of death
Dawn was
pretty for breathing and thinking
WE call it progress but
we have lost all that was good,
WE have sacrificed
happiness of community for sake of individual pleasures and enjoyment.
It may be autumn of modernity now but we will never get back the spring
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