Early Morning Memories

Open the Gates

Here we are standing at the yellow iron gates of a society. A narrow road begins at the gates and it spreads all across the society, connecting everyone’s house with path to the seemingly outside world.

Within most societies, one may find a distinct culture which develops over the time and this society had one too…. once.

There were no gates to begin with. The society had once been a hub to journalists. This was a time when you could walk right in and very commonly come across two or more people exchanging dialogues of debate. Most of the houses themselves were a very scaled down version of a university; anyone walking into them wouldn’t come out without having heard a lecture on a topic or two. Echoes of laughter spread from the park were children joyed into the world of their play.

However, today after about 20 years, the entire vibe of the society has slowly experienced a complete shift in the environment. Many of the descendants didn’t share the enthusiasm of life of their predecessors, some houses were sold off to others, some just fell silent over the course of time.

The society has never looked better with these huge gates for monitoring ‘outsiders’; a better road which is apparently the best place to park cars; taller houses upon whom clearly a substantial amount has been spent for a certain ‘attention to privacy’; the park, it is much greener and more colourful with different flowers and which also had an instruction at the entrance barring children from playing there.

Big houses, big cars, a more attractive park but there was a lack of a particular kind of life that once lived and moved here. Thing have become better here, right? Or have they….

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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18 responses to “Open the Gates”

      • I like that story. It is supposed to be sad remembering times when people were more connected and alive, was it not? I don’t think there are ‘parts that need to be fixed.’ It gives me a feeling of nostalgia for places that I can’t return to. That is a little sad, but it doesn’t mean anything is wrong with the story.

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