Longing, nostalgia , deterrence ,repressed fear or harmonious satisfaction that every thing will perish one day !
Opposite of how ruins are depicted in movies, I never felt any terror inside me when I thought of abandoned places. Such places always aroused in me unrelenting desires to visit them. They give men liberty to fabricate whatever stories their momentary unrestrained minds want to. Man has always craved for autonomy . Who knows if those airs once echoed with heartfelt laughters of children running after each other or sighs of some poor ill mother and cries of her hungry little kids.One may find his piercing eyes suddenly getting fixed on a cracked window slit which makes him lost. A dark stormy winter night starts playing inside his mind, the kind of night when no living soul should be left alone, all by himself, the night whose cold wind pulled out this corner of window and no one was there to repair . Why is the bed still made, were they going to return and never could . Someone furnished his house with such great a passion but what tragedy hit his life that forced him to leave all those memories behind for they were too hard to live with. Abandoned libraries appear most pitiful, with the books encumbered by years and years of dust. You may find a book that seems extremely worn out but not by the tests of time but because it was given priority, several times, over all others. The book so gloriously wearing its exhaustion for it is the crown of its value . What lies inside its closed chest . How pleasing it might be if you can touch it, blow its dust off, have a sneak peak at the very instant for you cant hold your curiosity, and are allowed to take it home. The hospital whose walls still echoed with the quiescent desperate prayers held in muffled cries.
Ruins are appealing for they show the resilience, the failing struggle to survive against the might of time . Your roaming eyes can feel which of the beings were the weakest and collapsed at the very early strokes .Ruins are appealing for they are filled with the pangs of separation. You breathe in the air, the air filled with years and years of longings and dwindling hopes to be reunited with those who left them. Chaosed thoughts of why were they left behind and never taken with them. Then you see a house with one door cracked open, a small twig insidiously crawling inside, as if the house has finally given in , letting herbs engulf it down .But why would man built a amusement park if he was going to abandon it after giving it the most fresh and beating form of life. He should have destroyed it altogether to end its agony. He should not have left it to be pitified by others.
But what horrifies is the grandeur of those places. All those giant forts and poly-pillar majestic verrandas and still perished by time? What sin did this city commit to deserve this curse. And one cannot help imagining his own beloved city as an abandoned place. But why will anyone leave this place for here lies the epicenter of life.
Has life ever dependant upon humanity to maintain its continuity? Nature reclaimed what was taken from it.
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