If all doors do is protect and hide, then how is it they can tell us so much. I fear the day all doors look alike, will we still find differences inside? (rhymes without intention or meaning!)
The stories they could tell.. But won’t. They take their job seriously. They will not let us through uninvited and will break before they let harm in. They will conceal the pain within, if that is what their masters want. Can it be that the souls of buildings are in the doors?
This time in India old doors really attracted me. I must have passed other such wonderfully aged doors before. I feel a loss at having passed them by without a second glance. I am certain to not do so anymore, they were and often still are, the entrance to many people’s life. Pain and happiness Inc.