Posted on April 8, 2008 - by rdilipk1

My Ancestral home

My ancestral home was a pleasure to visit. The memories of the days I spent in that few days that we would visit our native is worth cherishing for a lifetime. Everything about the house was special. The sprawling bungalow as it was, in itself was a puzzle not solved. The garden around the house, the water-fountain where we would spend most of our evenings and the mango trees on which we were the ones most seen than those squirrels, are all engraved in my memories.

The very thought of visiting my ancestral house was exciting. My grandfather had some wonderful collections of antique furniture and pottery. Earlier when I was a child I had never thought of even knowing what these collections meant, probably because there were other important things in life for me then. So this time round I was very keen to spend some time studying these collections.

What was awaiting me was something else. The furniture and pottery were in a near death stage. Termites had destroyed the furniture to an extent of no repair. The pottery too, was near destruction stage because of moisture. It was because of lack of attention that these collections deserved. It was a sad sight and I felt, only if we had opted for a service like that of Terminix, I would have been able to save these collections.