In the quest for designing a perfect space, or at least
close to a perfect space, I decided to
take journey down my memory line to understand and cherish spaces that I have
enjoyed or spaces that have treated me with happiness.
The exercise led to a
lot of thought process hindered by teary eyes, thank god for memories.
The balcony of my first home, from where I waved to my dad
every day, mornings and evenings. It was also my first gateway to the outside
world.
The community park along the end of the road, which taught
me nature and freedom.
The columns in my grandparent’s verandha where I hid during
hide and seek and was never found.
The narrow setback around my house, which was my cycling
track.
The foyer at home, where the actual test marks where
confessed.
The antispace near the neighbor’s house where kolam was
practiced.
The terrace above the second floor, where moon gazing and
star hunting became a habit.
The bus stop, where the obviously forgotten home works were
written.
The staff room door,
to peep in for late submissions and practice excuses.
The basket ball court, which was also the lunch room under
the sky, where the tastebuds explored.
The untouched biology lab, with expanded the horizon of
ghost stories told at school.
The last rack in the library, where the favourite books
where hidden.
The courtyards at college, where living was taught.
The low bed in my best friend’s house, where the best
secrets where traded.
The bogies of trains, travelled on during college trips,
where tea and talking was unlimited.
The best corner in class, fought for during the worst of
sleepy days.
The single room group stay at trips, where sharing was
learnt.
And the best one, grandfather’s dark damp store room, loaded
with linen, books and antiques, where I feel him and smell good old days, even
today...
I have decided to call them the CHARGED SPACES...charged magically :)
