They have branches and so many leaves. And all alive. And if you notice, they are many kinds. All alive yet not so. They don’t talk or do anything remotely human. But they exist and that’s still okay.
It’s just empty. The wind that roared these narrow street is mere a shadow now. You can feel the hollowness at once. Touch a brick or two and it might consume you too. Standing there was intriguing. And standing there was exhausting.
About the writer: Syeda Alizae Fatima is part of Bisouv Publications and House of Entremuse Media Group. She’s currently studying Industrial Management at Jacobs University, Germany.