The Stately Ruler
Certain objects always seem
to be the species of past. They remain not of the time which has been faded by
the rhythmic ‘tick’ of the clock. They stay in the remote corner of one’s
memory. When silence engulfs the memory, solitude gives life to the past and
brings it to the present with an exquisite beauty. People may call it by the
names ‘nostalgic’ and ‘memoire’. When an object of the past comes to the
present in such a fashion it brings everything of the past and enchants the one
who ponders it. If anyone thinks about the ‘ruler’ it must be the matter of
reminisce.
