Oh Uncle Jee!

There were neither huts type house nor mud type of house. It was totally changed. I remember it was a big house, having many rooms, a separate room for worship, a big place for a feast, Big two halls for cattle and a place for guests to be accommodated. I was born in one of the rooms. We are having a deity inside the room and we were not allowed inside the room except for the special Occasion. Outside there was a deity and he was worshiped by a member of another community by offering wine. I was born here in a mud house.

I visited my own birthplace Konch after 29 years suddenly, there was no mud house, it is all converted into a building. The whole area is divided into small pieces. My uncle, cousin brothers all stay separately. I also got a small piece of land and somebody else was staying at my house. He was surprised to see me at this place. When did you come? He said, There is no maintenance of this building. Your cousin has even encroached a small part of the land. You need to invest and maintain this. We are also planning to go back to our own village.

I inquired, When? He replied, "Within 2-3 months". But, they have not yet left. We stayed 2 -3 days and they cared her for these days. My son and daughter didn't like this place. I met some of my childhood friends. I remember It was a community living for both communities during my childhood. It was babhan tola, however, there were brahmins too staying here. We had a common culture and stayed together shared and cooked rice together. Interestingly, there was a Muslim family. We used to call them, Chachwa and Chachia.

Chachwa was a watch and clock repairer. I don't know how they came to our sector and they stayed together. There were no more. The same property belongs to another Babhan family next to us. They say the same was registered in their name by the real owner. We used to study together. I was roaming in the market, met many people, some tried to recollect my father a few my grandfather.

Yes, My brother who still stays in the village is known to all. There is a big mosque in my village known as Jama Maszid. Most of the Muslim families, known as kunjda, take care of our land, grow a variety of vegetables. I have to return back to my workplace, my son has to go to his workplace. I visited Shiva Temple and the Vishnu temple as well. I like to live here and I like to die here. This is not the case for all.