The park and the bench are lonely today. There was a time when this very bench was always crowded. People thronged the park in large numbers throughout the day. There was not a single minute when there was nobody around. The memories of those good old days were very painful. Even before sunrise people were seen jogging. When they got tired they relaxed on the bench. Now was the time for oldies. They came in groups. Some of them sat on the bench and others, who could not accomodate sat on green grass . They would talk of their past glory when they were young. They discussed politics. Some spoke about their health.It was time for old men to leave. After finishing their chores, women used to occupy the bench and indulge in gossip. This bench was a silent spectator . The whole day it was witness to a large number of secrets which were divulged there. Even at night some vagabond would occupy the bench.How much was hidden within the dark corners of its heart. The whole day this sole bench was the only witness of the joys, sorrows, pain,and secrets of innumerable human beings.
Suddenly one fine day no one was to be seen. The lonely bench wondered what happened to the hundreds of men, women and children.!! It overheard some people talking that the new park was very beautifully made with all modern amenities. It understood that its days were now numbered and soon it will become a part of History.
Written for Leo's a prompt each day. Today the prompt number is 33- photo # 3