We live in a small town, it is on top of a hill. When I came here in 1982 there was the teaching hospital and its campus on one side of the road and the engineering college and its campus on the other side. One end of the hill was called Endpoint and there was a road leading to it. Far below we see the river Swarna flowing towards the Arabian sea. Many who were working in the hospital or in the colleges came from the other side of the river in boats. Now there is a bridge.
Endpoint is one of our favourite places. For years, at least two or three days in a week we walked there in the evening. Years ago it was a wild sort of place. We sat on the boulders on the hill side, inhaling sea breeze and watched the sun set for the day.
Some years ago we heard that the land to one side of the Endpoint road belonged to the government. They have built the District Collector’s office and related buildings there. Fortunately they are easy on the eyes. Now there is a boundary wall between government land and university land.
The wild look of the place is gone, the road looks like an avenue, with fruit and flowering trees on either side. For almost a year work was going on in the open spaces by the side of the road. There is a football ground and a cricket ground and students play there almost every evening. But in the four months of our monsoon season they are not allowed to play in the grounds. There is water everywhere. Towards the end of the road there is a beautiful park too. In 2019, a rain water harvesting lake was dug up by the University engineers in a swamp. It covers an area of two acres and is ten feet deep.It was a joy to see ducks floating on the water. An added plus point is that no vehicles are allowed on this road.
Last year, life changed everywhere. The road to Endpoint was closed and all students went back to their homes and people rarely went out. We missed the beauty of Endpoint for nine months. It was opened on December 1st, but as of now, only the University staff, their family and students are allowed inside. We are enjoying our evening walks to Endpoint. We go with Aravind who has to show his ID card at the entrance.
Linda gave us the prompt of ‘days, weeks, months and years’ in her Stream of consciousness challenge. This is my response and our Slice of life too.