A constructed view

It doesn’t matter what this building will finally look like. Or how its monstrosity might ruin the current skyline. Or that it will eventually throw a shadow so dark on streets around it, everything drenched in an even deeper shade of gray.

In the summers, evening dangles onto the night, whispering endless yawns into the sky, the lights from a construction site burn through the night, naked like stars. Without windows, without walls. There is such incredible beauty in a construction site. From afar anyway. Edge closer, and the dust will kill your vulnerable lungs.

But from this distance, when everything appears black and twinkly, the silhouette of a building to be, feels like a promise. Mighty cranes shake hands over the metal frame, in silence.

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0 Responses to A constructed view

  1. Bibby says:

    Nice post, its a really cool blog that you have here, i like the way you present things, keep up the good work, will be back.

    Expect more from you…

    Warm Regards

    Biby Cletus :- Blog


  2. dipali says:

    Neha, I love the way you see things- poetry in construction sites, how wonderful! Why do you inspire so many exclamation marks from me?


  3. Bibby: thanks

    dipali: *preening* You are just too kind. 🙂 Seriously, madam – when do we see you blog?


  4. dipali says:

    Seriously, Neha, I wish I knew….(angstful)


  5. youknowwho says:

    Guess what I can see through my window, as you know its exactly the same bldg from the other side though. Sounds like we need to make plans for Dosas and idlis at your place next week.