Monday, December 13, 2010

brick story



I was clay. Flexible, shapeless, without an identity, submersed below the upper crest, ugly, filthy. You lifted me up, gave me shape, molded me, and baked me...thus giving me colour and shape, to be part of larger useful things. I got transformed from useless to useful. Now I am wanted by people, for their creative pursuits. I am part of home, office, church, temple, mosque, parliament, charity organizations, clubs, hospitals, tombs, monuments, shopping malls, airports, bus stands, huts, apartments.....I am there everywhere now, because you transformed me and gave me shape and colour from my flexibility. Without you, I would have remained as clay, unnoticed by this world.....