This place where I was born. I just heard yesterday it’s sold at a huge price.
I spent 10 years of my childhood here. The two stumps you see in the photo below used to be huge trees of “peepal” and banyan. I used to climb on the banyan tree.
This gate, this free space behind it (may I call inside it), used to seem “grand” back then.
These ruins of my childhood… I know this town as it was some 20 years ago.
Tags: Nandura, photography, ruins, urbanization
November 15, 2012 at 1:42 pm |
It’s really amazing how things can change throughout the course of a lifetime.
December 5, 2012 at 10:41 am |
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