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Spencer Plaza

How do you determine the value of a place. When I say value, It does not include numbers. It means emotions and the story behind it. The place we live or visit is not made of just bricks and sand. It is built and coated with tears and laughter. Every place I go has a connect to me. It either reminds me of someone or of me in a different avatar. Some avatars seem ages ago. Still they hold a lot of memory of both good and bad. I was on a quest to find a earring for a new dress and decided to check in Spencer Plaza. The parking looked empty despite being a weekend. The minute I entered the place, I sensed a feeling of loss. The place looked scarce and old. I mentally pictured a huge monument slowly crumbling into pieces. People walked by too busy to notice it or maybe they have given up hope. The shops were far and few. Most shops had their shutter closed with boards to notify the new address. The ones which were open has high prices and also clearance sales. I could feel anger and sorrow bubbling within me.

Nostalgia
The first time I entered Spencer plaza , I froze. It was my first visit to any mall. Spencer Plaza gave me warm welcome in the form of happy people and busy shops. The atrium was full of tired people who might have spent the day walking and admiring the architecture and the shops. Their hands were filled with bags and waiting for the refreshment from the nearby shops. Every floor I went had too many shops and even more people. I was astonished by the maze like building with multiple wings. The whole place was well light and was buzzing with activity. It had a historical touch to it with a  coat of modernity. It was more than a mall. It had a heritage feel to it. It reflected the culture and civilization of people.

Today, the place lost its customers, still hold it charm. The orangish building is slowly diminishing into history while the world watches it. Maybe it was be restored. Still for some unknown reason, it does not happen 

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