I grew up on a hill  
With a Church next to my home
There were no roads back then
A path could let only one person walk
Along the steepness of the hill
I dreamed of a road and buses plying 
one day 
The tapioca fields filled the barren land 
Coconut trees filled the other parts 
A narrow river was the lifeline 
of the paddy fields on the plains
There was an unfinished temple
On one shore of the river 
There was a low stone bridge connecting the hills
Often get flooded during the monsoon
People used to catch fish using primitive ways 
Sand miners dived from boats 
 to dig sand from the depths
Leaving many deep patches in the river 
The paddy fields had big frogs and snakes
that was after them
Farmers used bullocks to till the paddy fields
and the mud spliced like art 
Ponds dotted the landscape 
With source nearby 
Small streams took the water towards
the paddy fields 
On holidays we used to sit on the walls
To look at the vehicles and rare buses 
A small forest of rubber trees 
Dotted in some parts
The market was vibrant with local produce
fish and other essentials 
It hosts events at night sometimes 
All major shops and restaurants were
closer to the market 
People kept slices of coconut to dry on the road
The aroma of coconut oil draws 
When you get nearer to the cold pressers 
During summer paddy fields made way for 
beans and vegetables
Some others tried their luck with plantains 
The telephone was rare in those days 
Even telly was there in a few homes
And the neighbours flock to watch 
Until the voltage goes down in the eve
VCRs were hired to play movies 
On the day before weddings 
The stages and shades were set up with
Areca nut poles and coconut leaves 
People were sent to faraway places
To inform the death 
The whole village helped in the mourning 
Older people would relish their paan
Old loudspeakers were tied to the electric poles
and trees during the festivals 
A canal brought water from the Neyyar dam
for the farmers in the hills 
I spent a lot of time playing in that canal 
In front of my home 
And I remember a literacy program 
That helped the elderly people 
To learn to read and write 
And the people used to share the fruits
in their land with the neighbours
And there were drunkards who loved 
drinking nearby the river and the canal slab
 
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