The Red Brick

It is nothing much really. Just a brick. A red brick. A big red porous brick. It catches your attention, yes, it does tend to do that. It's porosity renders its surface uneven and scruff. If you look closely you might find and entire terrain resides there. Maybe it does. A terrain for those huge red ants that look so terrifying, but the locals swear they are particularly harmless. 

Because it is a brick and because bricks are building materials, this particular brick too finds its purpose in building.Comfortably nestled between six identical members of it's clan the bricks are held together by a mix of mortar to hold the structure. They form a wall. The walls form a house. The bricks have a mischievous quality to them. In their porosity lies their ability to deceive. One might think that the once upon a time bubbles might provide a glimpse through and through. As far back in time as one's memory can stretch, one will know that mankind built walls for thing and one thing only. There fore it highly unlikely that the mankind here would build walls for any other reason. But the porosity holds other truths. This rock most like was quarried and borrowed from the nearby hills that surround the town. A natural wall one might say. 

What story could one brew to understand the birth of these porous stones. They might be called once upon a time bubbles as they have been earlier on in the essay. They may be called this because they look like the fossilized version of what might have been once upon a time live and luscious bubbles. But it has to rest at that speculation really. What one can know for certain is that these blocks are no good to a peeping tom but they seem to take kindly to cool winds. If you gently run your fingers on its surface you will realize this fact. The surface though rough is extremely cool playing a good role in keeping the house cool. It has a nasty talent of doing this even when the mercury outside only seems to rise up. One would think in absence of raw material the bricks will fail in showing off its prowess but one may think wrong, because it is exactly then that they do. In winters on the contrary they seem to have an automatic lock down mechanism. 

Fascinating!

It is nothing much really. Just a brick. A red brick. A big red porous brick. It catches your attention, yes, it does tend to do that

How I broke up with Sherlock Holmes

Dear Sherlock,

This is a difficult letter. I scavenge my mind to best convey my thoughts, but find myself unable to do so. It is hurtful, that is a sentiment Sherlock. I felt I should mention that just in case your mind didn't deduce that. After all you are the cold unfeeling kind, or so they say. Not that I agree but sometimes, most often actually they are right. I write this letter to say it is finished. Us, we, this, it's over! Whatever we had going on here- our little understanding.

Let me put together a brief explanation of why. We met under unassuming circumstances and you grew on me without me having the slightest idea. I found myself, in pertinent situations asking, "What would Sherlock do?" You were my eyes to see the world, my hero! I was so immersed in your methods I did not, I could not see the flaws. I find myself asking even today what they are. I don't see them Sherlock, but the world does, and the world is right. The world is always right. Watson and I share a kindred bond. We both understand the need to worship a genius such as yourself. Watson dedicated so may texts to you. I say Sherlock  that is not enough. Nothing ever will be.

The fault is mine Sherlock. I let the world in. There is no space anymore.

Goodbye.