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Things have changed a lot in these fifteen years. Age has touched every corner of this place. I have expected it anyway. I have also gone through the life's art work physically and mentally. Why not a place? 

The old muddy road has given way to a not so busy cemented one. The tall rubber trees in each side of the road are not much seen. It has been replaced with many beautiful houses. The roadside river has also taken its looks. From a village river rather it turned to a canal. 

I have not seen anyone walking through the road till now. But many known faces have gone in a motorcycle or car. It's hardly 1 km from my house to the main road. People who chose foot years back opt for vehicles now. 

One car passes by me with huge dust ahead. Seems like, it rained long back. Those muddy roads were not so dusty. It rained always then. Each dust particles were so attracted towards each other. Now that has also changed.

Most of the faces I meet are not much known. Lots of new people. Many of them were kids when I last met them. 15 yrs. do you expect them to be kids still? They have grown. I might not recognize them that easily. But some of them remember me and said Hi. I too acknowledged, bit confused. Who really is he/she?

Every footstep has changed. But one thing has not changed at all. My memory about this place. The morning rushes through this road to catch a bus to school. The rainy evenings, playing in water while returning home. The chit chats with everyone we met. Laughs about the silly jokes we spoke. It was so beautiful, precious. Something which is lost some way. But the memory of it unchanged.

Now changes have taken away everything, I wish I could return home, return to this place ....the long back this place.