This is a granite stone found in the pile of stones unloaded by a truck for building our broken wall. The stones were brought from a quarry three kilometres away.
What intrigued me was the hole in one stone. It was hole created by a machine to load it with the dynamite to break the mass of stone upon a hill! When the wick was finally lighted, the combustion pressure would have splintered and scattered the stones!
This stone bears the mark of its story!
It is now a stone in the wall that is built!
It was displaced from its place where it existed for a long time!
From being a part of a mass of stone on a hill, it is now a piece in a wall!
It represents a history of years its formation, presence on the hill to form the hill and now it continues its new role giving form and strength to a wall!
It is an anonymous stone. It has no name, or identity of its own! Its function is its identity!
All of us have a story of our heritage, belonging, and becoming. And yet there is an anonymity about most of us.
Who we are and what we do, help to make the whole!
Every time I come the the department to work, I am reminded of ten others in the department who make the place a welcoming place! Each of them together makes the department!
M.C.Mathew(text and photo)
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