My Mausaji's Nerul Flat !!!

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        Finally , Im back from Nerul- My mausaji's house where I always love to go visit stay enjoy play etc etc etc.. Right from my childhood I always knew that whenever my papa is going to get holiday he will march towards Nerul to the house of my mausaji...and I always loved to go there...When I was child I loved watching huge buildings of Mumbai and travelling in Local train...because Local train takes three gears to march forward with a speed and I used to dance when It used to take this three gears...I used to love this Jhatkaas...Then I grew up, And I noticed the sea you can say a little part of it but even being a little part its very wide to take a glance from the wide window in the hall..There's a slab where I used to sit and watch the sea and used to talk with it and used to ask many queries to god and to myself that What is Mumbai? Why are the buildings tall only here and why nowhere else? Why is local train moving only here and not there where Im living? Why my house dont have this wide space to take a glance of nature and why is there no sea infront of my bedroom's window?? With all this questions and excitement I used to pass out the 3 days trip to the Nerul once in a year.. After returning to my own house I used to feel bore and I used to roam out of my house just because I missed the nature in my house after taking a brush of paint of nature at my Mausaji's house..

             Now after that I visited Aurangabad Nashik but didn't got this very sight which I stipulated...The walls and the other buildings used to meddle between the view of nature and my conversation with the surroundings...Now Im in Mumbai- My Dream City...Mumbai for me is Jannat in Urdu, Swarg in Hindi and Heaven in English...The day when I heard that Im shifting to Mumbai and rest of my life will be passed on there...I just went mad..In the train when I was marching towards Panvel where I am supposed to live, I was glaring all over the routes and the world of Panvel..and after reaching my house in which I had to live...atleast for now...had good glance..It wasn't sea facing but it had every flick to catch good bizzarre...When I stood in my balcony and saw the garden out there..and beautiful children and sweet girls playing and roaming there...I just feli like vociferating and shouting the loudest...With the pride of being a Mumbaikar now..I again marched towards Nerul and again saw the same house of Mausaji after three years...Went to the slab of the wide window and took the shower of sight there...But it was all changed...The wideness of sea confined itself and wasn't of the same width it was before..The breeze which used to pass with a good speed also failed to mark it presence as there are many tall buildings now around..The land where tall and wide trees used to stand and wave had kachras on it and the rest huge part was covered with the building and its under-construction's materials...I then thought about the pleasure of Mausaji and his family...Day by day they are earning and getting richer and richer...as every one in Mumbai..but the pleasure of the city is getting dis-augmented day by day...Im feeling so bad to see this change..What would he and his family would be thinking..Having a home at 4th floor which such an Incredible look has lost somewhere....

                  This has ruined my feeling to visit mausaji's house incessantly...Now I feel like doing something so that in future when I'll be purchasing my flat or bungalow..then it should not loose its beauty and speciality..and my feel of living in Mumbai should remain...

                   Thanks for reading my Affection towards my Mausaji's Flat...

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU