Few days back I visited my native place for some reasons. “Jalore” a remote hamlet of colorful Rajasthan, the place I was born and brought up at. I do try to visit once in a year as my parents still lives their and besides it, I am very sentimental about the place as I feel my roots are their.This time it was very painful as we have been forced to vacate my ancestral home due to a family feud. The home to which I am attached very emotionally, the streets I played in, the aura and smell I breathed in, everything was like snatched. I really felt pity about how our social values are weaved into, where we are taught to be greedy about land and property.
Touchwood somehow I feel my parents have not inherited me with this teachings. I was amazed at the fact that everyone except us [ the sufferer ] were taking note of their own interest over a few yard of extra land or property they are going to get, nobody concerned about the trauma we are going under.Anyway, we moved to the outskirt of the town. We are trying to adjust ourselves their and hopefully it seems everything happened for better
