NAIL IN THE WALL

• Recently we went to our Uncle's village in Palakkad. Nice quiet place, looks hidden from the prying eyes of the crowd. Has its equal share of development (cable TVs, cars etc) and antiquity.
• Mom always wanted to go there were she was born (also my brother) and grew up. As we went, she showed me the school where she and her brother studied. As soon as she reached the house, she went inside and then later told us: "I went inside to see whether there was the nail on which I used to hang the school bag. It is still there."
  It evoked similar feelings in me; my school and college days came back to me.
• I think there is always a nail in the wall in all our lives. An old friend or enemy, a school teacher, a tree, a street, whatnot. Something we would like to visit really or in thoughts.
• How many of us have left our villages or shifted within a city or moved out?
• Oftentimes I have felt strange moments of sentimental silence when I visit villages where I have been as a boy.
• Before a person dies he/she feels like visiting the place where they spent their childhood. Coming a full circle.