Memoirs About Thakurli

Today my dear friends I will tell you one more small story about Thakurli. This place not many people know is a small village-like area in Mumbai. Not many people from the suburbs know about this. Mumbai, as you all know, is strongly connected with buses, railways. As I spent and grew up in Mumbai I had been fortunate to stay with my Marathi neighbors. They are very friendly people. Mumbai, as we all know, is a city that welcomes people from various walks of life. Mumbai has given livelihood to many. Many people have nice jobs, nice livelihood thanks to Mumbai.Thakurli the place that I lived in a beautiful place. This area belongs to Railways Quarters. All people who work in Indian Railways stay here. In these quarters their families, little ones all stay in harmony. If you really see these quarters they are big, spacious, and reminders of the Victorian era. We have all heard about Britisher's invasion over India, the British Raj rule in India. These structures were constructed by the Britishers. These quarters are strong. There are made of mud and stones. There is a big hall. And I have heard from my parents that these halls used to be used by them to play table tennis a, badminton. I am really fortunate to have lived in such a big home. The roads here used to be serpentine roads. Long roads with a large canopy of trees nearby.When we think of such homes in today's age we can't.We stayed in that home for 23 yrs and it is like an umbilical cord connection for me. The beauty of that home, the freedom that I got there cannot be expressed in words. The Railway school there run by the wife of railway officials was also so beautiful. Our teachers used to work from morning till evening and used to teach all students nicely. They worked for small salaries still they stuck on to their duty. We had a large playground too. All students would assemble for PT(Physical Training Period). We used to like all our batchmates. Our school was one of its kind. Our Principal mam was also very nice. We as students were loved and always motivated by all our teachers. Now our school has expanded. They now have a bus facility, bigger campus. Nice big gates welcome our school. It is sad that I don't get to see the place where I am born. But still, those happy memories of my school and college life remain etched in my mind. Home is where freedom is. If freedom in thoughts,won't don't exist it becomes a life of slavery. Maharashtrians are very nice people. They are very friendly. My Marathi neighbors, my friends were a loving lot. All of us used to live amicably without any bickering. Such a nice was my Thakurli.The beauty of that place I cannot write it down or describe. You must really stay there. Today I thought of writing down about those happy days I have spent here. If given a chance I and my parents would love to go back to that place. Nice, courteous people. My mom and dad slogged so many years of their youthful life for Mumbai. Mumbai was kind to them. Mumba Devi, goddess of Mumbai blessed them.