Room

I am an empty room. I had a friend once. The Pigeon. He came to me a youngling, could hardly fly. Then slowly as days passed by he built his nest on one of my ventilators. I saw him bring weed by weed and build a home. I saw him sleep at nights in his cozy abode. Funny, how a confined space feels more comfortable than spacious halls.

There were days he would circle round and round and ask me

“Dance with me?”

“Why don’t you?”

“See, I can fly!”

Me being a bulky, brick and mortar creature flew through his wings, danced through his acrobats. He was one I could never be. He was one I always wanted to be. Ah! Those were the days the fun we had!

The inauguration day was nearing. I was to be the grandest in the city. They painted me fresh, decorated me with flowers all around, people all around. Among the entire conundrum one thing was missing. Where did he go? I searched the nooks and corners of my confines, where did he go?!

Months, Years passed. Many bards came, sang songs and went away. Many people came, laughed, cried, debated and went away.

You humans can’t see. You humans never see. You always expect me to greet you kindly be flashy and new. You know what, I don’t want to be! I hate you humans for making me so. Non-living. Something you pretend not to be.

It would have been great dear friend, if you could come to me, teach me how to fly in confined spaces. Teach me how to be oblivious to the grandness of the plans and enjoy the minuteness.

I am a non living entity. My only hope has flown away. I want peace now. My friend and the sad part is humans don’t let me rot. Let me go wretched race! Let me be! Ya, I know you wouldn’t. You would keep me alive for centuries, will make me historic, will make me a tourist spot. All that but wouldn’t let me die in peace.

I am a room full of people. I am so empty.