A Frame
I have seen
generations. I may not have gone to places, but I have seen the world coming to
me. Different cultures, different people, thousands of stories and all kind of
seasons, I have passed through. Mughal period or present, I have seen it all. I
may be just a frame of a monument, but I have experienced the most ups and
downs of the time. I have witnessed tensed situations of royal families and
also their merriment. I have stood here since ages, and will be here for many
more to come.
Now, I may be a
monument, but, once I was a palace. I am a place for visitors to look into the
long gone era, a window to the past. They visit here, click their photos, and
take memories with them, of their happy times spent here. I watch all this
quietly, getting nostalgic of my memories, which is a history now.
Young couples,
small children, old people, everyone visit here. Their ways of looking at me is
different. Some find me interesting enough to click my photo; others may find
me boring, thinking that I am just a support to this whole construction. It’s
interesting to hear them, see them, and feel them. Wish I could speak too, tell
them what I have seen, what I feel. If only once I could let them know, the
hidden stories in and around me. Be it
the conspiracies or the joys, what not I have, to tell this world.
I am how you see
me, a window for some and a passage to another window, to some other.
Puja Kumari
