If Walls Could Talk!

I know I can’t speak,

But this is all true

I cry often and laugh sometimes

I too have feelings just like you!

Yes, yes I am the wall.

Which always can’t be strong

I have seen a myriad of emotions,

But I couldn’t express it, like you!

It is the tale of 1957, I was standing tall under the scorching heat of the sun in a farm, when a little girl Annu came beside me and started sowing a few seeds. In a couple of minutes Annu’s father joined her. Annu wanted to gift oranges to her father, therefore she was trying to plant a few trees.

I was overwhelmed when I saw the innocent Annu and her intention of planting orange trees.

I felt fortunate enough as I could hear the naughtiness in her giggle. I could watch her playing beside me. I felt tranquility when she painted on me as a canvas and spread a plethora of colors. I was surrounded by innocence, blooming flowers, beads of dewdrops on mist leaves, and the golden wheat.

I was a cheerful wall until one day, when a few woodcutters started cutting and destroying the trees and crop around me.

They started constructing more walls and to my surprise within a few months, I stood like a barrier boundary dividing two parts of the field, on one side of me, lies the farm of that little girl and on the other side, a pitiful sight of a barren land with huge cages.

That barren piece of land was converted into a zoo. Amidst by wildlife, this thought left me bewildered. I was so thrilled about seeing a lion, the dance of the peacock, cute little rabbits, dozens of birds. But suddenly that smile shrank and the reason behind this is alarming.

It was the cages and pitiful condition of the animals. It was painful to see elephants tied in chains and bleeding, the birds which sat on me and sang, suddenly that melody sounded like a painful dire. I saw the pathetic condition of the animals, when they starve with hunger.

I could really feel that all of them were being traumatized by changing their natural habitat.

Suddenly, the elated me started feeling disgusted. The two sides of me, one felt embraced with the love and bliss of a father-daughter relation. The other, unfortunate one witnessed the brutal and traumatic side of inhuman behavior.

People say walls can’t talk, but I have this little urge on the behalf of a wall. If walls could speak, they would have definitely shrieked about every aspect of human behavior.

This request by a wall, would definitely force you to think-

“Let there be smiles that last much longer.

Let there be praise for nature, let there be love for the wild.

Let there be forests for generations to come, let existence be beautiful.

Let’s change a little, let’s conserve a little, Let me not speak.”

What’s Next?

There are many more topics we need to discuss in detail, follow me, and keep an eye on this place. In the next few posts I will be writing in detail about the following topics:

• Design Thinking-A glimpse.
• Chromotherapy.
• Zoo or Conservation Park?

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