THE HOMELESS HOUSES..

As I was strolling on my terrace I stood watching a nearby building being demolished for redevelopment.

Sadly, all the windows were ‘paneless’, entrances ‘doorless’, walls ‘colorless ‘, rooms ‘humanless’.. and houses were ‘homeless’ !!

Is it difficult to build a house or to demolish a house ??
Technically, both are difficult as well as different ! How ??

When a house is being built, it is yet to write a story, yet to become a home, it’s vacuum, it’s space is just like a new book yet to be filled with stories of occasions of joy and sorrow, fear and excitement, feelings and emotions of failures and achievements.

When an old house is being demolished, the story is already written, every room of the house has memories. The walls have wounds and scars of nails and writings. The living room is witness to the good-bad vibes of parties and family get together on happy or sad occasions. The bedroom has vibrations of sweet love talks and heartbreak tears. The kitchen is blended with the aroma of sumptuous food cooked on various occasions. The corridors bear the resonance of the shrill cries of children spreading cheer and laughter.

The houses can’t complain, can they ? The ruins stand in darkness, desolate, orphaned, witness to numerous memories, now strewn around. They look sadly at each other and bid goodbye to those memories being pierced, pulled, pushed, pounded to rubble, now into oblivion..
…and wait with expectations and apprehension to see a new house budding into a home with new memories and stories.
Every demolition is sacrilegious but a necessary evil to make way for the new !

Thanks for stopping by..

asmi_bharati 🌸