06/10/2022
I look at old posters on the wall in a ruined state.its state tells us that this can be very old, this thought connect me to the series of thoughts that,how many stories there would be that can be connected only to this only posters. There must be someone who placed the poster there,there must be some kids trying to reach out to that so that they can scribble over it.
Or there must come someone who didn't like it there and tries to remove it but couldn't and still there tarnished and faded.
These posters passed years and years and it is still there telling us different stories.
