There is a bench at the other side of the river. Sitting at the bank, I always look it. It always remains vacant. Nobody comes there, nobody sits there. Albeit loud river stream passes in between us as if teasing us for what we don’t possess; life. Yet bench never shows any discontent, however, I throw some stones into the river sometimes.
Sometimes a few people come at the bank, they look at the bench but ignore as if it doesn’t exist. They prefer to sit at the bank while their legs hanging above the cold river stream. But bench always remains vacant.
One day looking at the bench, I conform my disposition to the vacant bench. Nobody likes the bench, nobody like me either. Nobody comes there, nobody comes here either. Out of compassion that I have formed for the bench over past few days, I decide to go there and may be sitting on it, for the mutual eradication of solitude. Hardly had I got up when I saw the one leg of the bench had been ruptured from it and the sawdust was floating in the loud river stream.
I proudly announce that the above sketch is an original work of artist Chakit Sharma. You can checkout his work on his Instagram firstname.lastname@example.org
A little about Analogies: Does it happen to you that when you see an object or anything around you, it gives you a thought that defines the life quite perfectly and leaves you contemplative for a moment? Well, that’s what Analogies is all about. By simple things around us what can we perceive about life. Can we really see life through what is already visible?