The roof – bright and dark, scorched and cool. The floor – grey and hostile, crowded and empty. This is the largest home on earth; a home that does not protect from the storms or tornadoes. It is a home nevertheless – not the kind of home where the heart is but the kind of home where life is. It is a home without doors and windows. No one wants to pry though. Or even notices. The residents are invisible. They are beings in flesh and blood, yet invisible even to those who ought to provide a home. The kind of home where need is. They have no treasure to preserve anyway, believe the treasurers.
They had a treasure they traded for this home. Dignity. Pride. This home was too expensive. It continues to be. It has earned them the ‘status’ of being second to humans. But they traded because they are invincible, survivors. Dignity is now a luxury. Home is not.
We call them Homeless.
Who am I?
A silent wanderer in the wilderness of words, I breathe because I write, garden because I breathe, and read to be free. I’m a bibliophile and a foodaholic cooking at www.cukzy.com.
What I’m Reading (Nov, 2022) : The Winners by Fredrik Backman
Here is a List of Books I recommend.
I love the library! (yep, I was one of those bookworms with glasses at school.) While reading was just a hobby as a child, I began to understand the power of words when I first read about ‘book burning’ – an act to impose censorship, erase history, curtail freedom, and control dissent. But here we are, criticizing book burning & celebrating the freedom to read.
As Oscar Wilde said in “The Picture of Gray” which fought censorship and bans, “The books that the world call immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.”