Even at this night a fair amount of smoke
was coming out of that chimney. Once it had dumped a lot of heat and smoke when
that tile factory was functional. The factory in which many families relied for
a living. But when society lost its appetite to clay tiles, the entrepreneurs
stopped wasting their money on a lost cause. Many families lost their living.
Some survived and some still endure. And those gates were closed then on.
Now when I saw the smoke at this late hour,
I became curios. Who would be using those furnaces? At this time...?
But curiosity didn’t dominate my mind. That
smoke gave me some nostalgia. The memories of, once a busy place. The smoke was
thicker then. The wide frontage where once the workers placed the moulded tiles
to dry before it enters the furnace was now full of shrubs. Before it they
would fill the mould with powdered clay and machine press it to make those
tiles. Before it, they would dry the clay and fine powder it.
But all of it is now memories. Memories of
a lost cause. But still that chimney spanned there omitting smoke to the high
skies. A simple logic of mankind, to lessen the suffocation of smoke. I was at
lost on deciding whether that chimney is a symbol of logic or of team work...?
Note:
Image courtesy: www.delsonclicks.blogspot.com
Even though it’s a beautiful picture, am not sure if it depicts all the
nostalgia, which the actual chimney gave me. Maybe because when I see it the
sky was darker and I like night skies a bit more...
