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Divya Jain

Abstract Inspirational Others

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Divya Jain

Abstract Inspirational Others

Book, The Bearer

Book, The Bearer

2 mins
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A large booming sound and a thud followed by the floating sheet of brown and black particles covering the space as if the majestic Earth giving off back all that it has preserved, nurtured for so long as a saviour, a protector and as an enlightening rider. Among all the rumbles that came into the radius of the great fall is a simple, pious but gigantic bound of bricks, cement and glasses that before the blast was shaped into a building and adorned and nourished by the huge wooden shelves encompassing a lot of paper bindings stacked in proximity to each other blooming the entire edifice with their close bond and enchanting misty fragrance. The beautiful bindings with white papers dotted with black beads had been the preserver of all the ecstatic knowledge that has been poured on it and had lived upto its mark for centuries thus assisting the Earth to sustain its viability as a creator and for the space to successfully act as a mode of expansion. 

The books, the mini-Earth formed out of Earth and figured out of plethora of emotions are the creator, sustainer and the mark of a civilization. That symbol of perseverance and the light of humanity now lies on the majestic Earth totally in distraught ready to merge with its origin. The sheets which sometime back were white and composed are now sooted in black, binds fallen apart pierced by ungrateful gesture of the humans residing on Earth. The mother Earth with very little space and overburdened with the cruel left out of the humanity still act a little generous by taking in some of the cultural values, scientific enigma and incessant fervor of the civilization within it, thus protecting it for the future. Also, it sends some of the residue to the space to recall back when the time call in.

Who would have thought that a war fought in the name of development will actually take the world a notch down with nature firing all its fury over the ungracious act of the veracious ones thus taking back the edifice of humanity, the enigma of knowledge to its embrace away from the sapine's existence rendering their world to the darkness until someone comes, repent hard for their cruel acts and is endowed by nature with a light to knit the words in a glowing thread thus spreading brightness.

May those rumbles of papers rest in peace to resuscitate, may the cruel ones get punished hard to fruitfully repent, may the papers take the book's shape to survive and enlighten the eternity. 


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