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Dusk battles its way in;the clock srikes seven ;and we take our seats behind the huge lights.Peeping down from our home,the GANTRIES at the 'Theatre of sounds',provides with a dazzling entertainment as we just drown in the mesmerizing ocean of varied sounds.These concerts,as the two-legged call them,are nothing less than temple like ceremonies where a few dedicated preachers paint beautifully on the canvas of silence. My wife and me consider ourselves very fortunate, as not many chipmunks in the world get a chance to experience and get hypnotized by such a worship of music.
Dusk battles its way in;the clock srikes seven ;and we take our seats behind the huge lights.Peeping down from our home,the GANTRIES at the 'Theatre of sounds',provides with a dazzling entertainment as we just drown in the mesmerizing ocean of varied sounds.These concerts,as the two-legged call them,are nothing less than temple like ceremonies where a few dedicated preachers paint beautifully on the canvas of silence. My wife and me consider ourselves very fortunate, as not many chipmunks in the world get a chance to experience and get hypnotized by such a worship of music.
These GANTRIES mean everything to us.From shelter to entertainment,they provide us with everything.After the concerts, we are often seen jumping into a bin through a ventilating window to have our supper. A king's meal we expect,and a king's meal we always have.The human race either cares too much for us or all the humans of the world have had their meals to satiety because the bin is always full of scarcely eaten ,and sometimes untouched eatables."They entertain us,as well as feed us.The human race is devoid of any flaws,"sermon I to my wife at the end of every supper.
One evening as we habitually took our seats ,expected to be greeted by soul appeasing sounds,we experienced tremors and such disturbing and pinching noises that even Satan wouldn't have approved.These noises came from the machines,which were earnestly endeavouring to demolish the Theatre.
Within minutes the machines,operated by humans to my wildest disbeliefs,brought down the building.Our home,the GANTRIES,was all gone with a wink of the eye;and all that was left were the rubbles that once structured a temple of music.
This demolition was nothing but another form of deforestation,which too destroyed homes of many.
This concrete deforestation reflected the cruel side of this world;and standing by the rubbles with tears running down,I said to myself ,"Everything has flaws after all!"
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