Untold Stories of Pillars and Stones; Excerpts from A Journey with Myself....

Each and every piece of stone has a story to tell us if we lend our ears without any hesitance. What would be those hidden tales moving like reels at the cinema hall? What would be those curious words they might have treasured at the deepest corners of their inflexible hearts?

They might be having dumb ears to each such interrogations passed to their unshakable existence by every brooding passer-by .They might even be mocking at the sad plight of human beings who are left with a handful years upon the earth unlike their unimaginable life for epochs. They would be laughing at our irresistible zeal with which we effortlessly vanquish everything around us, despite the negligible continuum we own. Perhaps, they would be cursing the entire mankind for piercing into the hardcore of the earth only to stroke them into umpteen number of zigzag pieces.They might not be the mute spectators when we shout at our dear ones with words like ; You are such a cruel being, Your heart is made of stones'.

                                       

They will be pumping uncountable screams into the air ;

                            " Who are you to have filthy prejudices about ourselves that we don't even possess a heart? How shameless are you to imagine us to be stale fragments which come out of earth only to adore your private rooms at your own comfort? You dig deep into our hard body only to cut us into pieces with your sharp nails. You throw firecrackers at our belly and beat us again and again crunching us into peels. You carry us to your gigantic furnaces  to heat at temperatures capable of engulfing the whole planet. How ridiculous it is to separate us from our unbreakable unity only to marvel at the beauty of huge mansions and amorous buildings once we are mercilessly transformed into items of exhibition! And after all these unpardonable torments, you insult us comparing us to your cruel species as we are devoid of hearts like you."