Here’s my story…
This is the place where Jane and John used to meet.
They were the village lovers. I secretly admired them. My friends told me not to do anything foolish like them or I’ll bear the same ill fate. They were killed because some people in the village didn’t approve of their love or marriage or both.
Walking past the dried leaves and counting each tree my heart sinks into the tranquility of this place. It is my holy grail.
I find peace in the silence of these torn walls. Waiting for someone’s claim it hangs in time and space.
I am a proud witness of its existence as I sit in admiration of its stillness looking at the hidden patch of sky above me.