A Dynasty of Silence.....!!

There was a time when these walls were not silent.

 

The old corridors would have glowed beneath lamps and decorations. Festivals would have brought music, laughter and people dressed in their finest clothes. Behind these weathered pillars, an aristocratic family once celebrated its place in history—believing, perhaps, that their world would continue forever.

 

But time has a way of changing everything.

 

The lights disappeared.

The celebrations stopped.

The footsteps became fewer.

And the dynasty slowly became a memory.

 

Today, only the old walls remain—cracked, faded and quietly surrendering themselves to nature.

 

And then she stood there.

 

For a moment, she seemed less like a visitor and more like someone travelling backwards through time… imagining the celebrations that once happened here, the people who once filled these spaces, and the life that once made these ruins magnificent.

 

Perhaps she was looking at a building.

 

Or perhaps she was remembering a history that never belonged to her—but somehow still belonged to the walls.

 

Some ruins don't merely preserve history.

They remember it.

Done