Some of these pictures were taken at my mom’s native place, Nochimalai. This place is where my grandfather’s farm land is located and its a dwelling place for close to 100 people. I am sure everyone in this village would be related to me somehow or the other, and I don’t have a plan of tracking them up or down the complex multi-noded family relationship tree. Its been many years since I visited Nochimalai and not much has changed with the exception of real estate value. A few of them recognized me (starting with “kuppamma”) through my facial features and asked me about my mom and uncles, to which I simply answered – ‘everyone is doing fine’. Kuppamma was walking her cattle through a small patch of grass and and she seemed so well connected to nature and mother earth in everyday life and she wouldn’t need any aroma therapy Bath or Body Apothecary, like most of us do.
I met these kids near a ancient concrete water tank
This is the farm “well” where I learn’t swimming when I was 8 years old. I love this place….:-) I wanted to give the water a big hug. Being a piscean – I feel at home near water and I feel at heaven when am in water.

I was a little scared..:-)
My encounter with Lord Ganesh…Taken inside Tiruvannamalai temple



July 6, 2008 at 4:15 pm
Wow- It looks like you are having an amazing time down memory lane! I miss you and can’t wait to go for margies again in the big apple. Maybe I will host a bbq for your return!
om shanti
walsh
July 7, 2008 at 11:06 pm
looks like you are having a lot of fun..
hmm.. makes me think of my childhood days..
I have a lot of cousins from my mom’s side.. We would always be out in the fields when we go to my mom’s native.
Nangale oru kallai eduthu sami-nu solli, pongal vechu.. all that stuff.. Even when I was in college I used to go there twice a month.
For each phase in my life, I can remember something important about the place that is so dear to me. When I go there now, I get so many of those memories rushing back.
I guess the chaos in our lives now always makes us think about “the good old times”. hmm.. they never come back though. that’s the sad part.