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The Anachronism

by Venky

Golconda Fort, Hyderabad, India | © Google Maps

Hussain stared with more than just a hint of nostalgia at the serrated ramparts of the sprawling fort. Once the cynosure of all eyes, it was reduced to a relic, a derelict piece of jagged architecture that did not warrant a second glance let alone a lingering stare. Even the customary motley crowd of tourists was dwindling rapidly. The only visitors were the despoilers and ‘amateur sculptors’ who employing rough and rudimentary tools ranging from sharp stones to knock off versions of Swiss Army Knives, carved into the walls, their blotched tales of jilted love and the names of their ungrateful lovers.

What had withstood even the ravages of time and weather was now a victim of human intransigence.

Untenanted squares of grass resembling generous oases in a barren desert, reminded Hussain that in a digital world monarchy was not the only anachronism. Values were too.

(Word Count: 142)

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5 comments

k rawson October 8, 2018 - 11:55 pm

Nice metaphor and so many powerful images in this. Especially liked “a derelict piece of jagged architecture that did not warrant a second glance let alone a lingering stare.”

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venkyninja1976 October 9, 2018 - 1:33 am

Thanks much! Glad that you liked it.

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pennygadd51 October 9, 2018 - 9:47 am

You’ve given your story a nice moral (I hope you’re wrong, mind!) and there’s some strong writing. I particularly liked “their blotched tales of jilted love and the names of their ungrateful lovers.”

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Alicia Jamtaas October 9, 2018 - 5:56 pm

Oh, I do like both the visuals in this story and the message you deliver. Nicely done.

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venkyninja1976 October 10, 2018 - 12:46 am

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it.

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