SOUVENIR -സുവനീർ

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