#ThursdayTreeLove 13: Home is Where the Heart Is

#ThursdayTreeLove 13: Home is Where the Heart Is


When the country roads took me home, Ms. Amaltas came calling into my heart.


My old friend next door




The house in the backdrop used to be my home when I was all of 7. It now stands partly camouflaged by the my old friend, Ms. Amaltas who has grown into a stunning beauty, ever since. On a recent trip to Pantangar University I had the privilege of being greeted by her, as she lazily opened out her blooming branches in a warm welcome. Her flowers carpeted the roadside and greeted me in a ceremony of sorts. Invoked by nostalgia, and its cloak of memories, I was reminded of those hey-days when we pranced around the lanes, catching butterflies and bumblebees, racing on our bikes, or playing hide-and-seek.

And if you look a little far behind our old home, there stands a mango tree that I would climb with my friends on hot summer afternoons, when my parents were taking their afternoon siesta, oblivious to the fact that we were plucking the mangoes and biting into their tangy, half ripe flavours.


This post is written for Parul’s prompt #ThursdayTreeLove 13. Thursday Tree love is a photo feature on her blog. If you would like to play along, post a picture of a tree on your blog and link back to her post.


8 thoughts on “#ThursdayTreeLove 13: Home is Where the Heart Is

  1. memories are such no one can steal it… so nice to relive happy moments, it refreshes the mind and the soul reminding of the long journey one has taken..

  2. There’s nothing more wonderful as revisiting memories of our childhood days. Reading your post I can tell how much you loved reliving the moments and recalling the good times you had in this house. I still dream about the house I lived in as a child, even though I’ve left it decades behind!

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