THE WALK (Part 2)
Yeah
I know it’s been a month that I wrote the part one of this blog but I was
really busy and was just not feeling like writing anything. Let’s continue from
where I left telling you about that walk.
After
the monument I moved towards the London Bridge which is one of the oldest
bridges over the river Thames. Just to tell you a quick fact, the existing
queen of Great Britain has also the code name after this bridge and the code line
in case of her death is “London Bridge has Fallen”. Well coming to the point
again, I was standing on the London bridge looking at the old Tower Bridge, The
Shard, some other old and new buildings and at that time it occurred to me
again same as back in Lahore with the old tree. The old, peaceful river Thames
started talking to me, telling me stories of the old times. It told me the transition
of this place from a primitive place with no facilities to the center of an empire
on which the sun never sets, and then again in to a small but power full
country. It told me the stories of how religious people took away the religion
from the common man by making it so difficult; it showed me the knights of the
crusade wars moving here and there, it showed me the transition from old to
new. I stood there for I do not know how much time listening to its stories.
After
that I moved ahead, crossed the London Bridge and had a walk besides the Thames
and that beautiful small market. There is a retired war ship turned into a
museum there, HMS Belfast but that day I didn’t go inside it. Some other time
may be. Then I again sat there on the bank of the Thames looking at the fabulous
tower bridge and the tower of the London on the other side of the river. It is
strange how these things survived so much of the history, so much pain and
still standing. I believe even all these structures, these streams, these rivers;
these roads have soul and heart. When things go out of their control we see
things like earth quakes, buildings falling of no reason and floods.
Well
this all was a lot for me, so I crossed that bridge, looking at the happy faces
of people up there, the locks there were putting on the bridge as I promise, I came
home, promising that bridge, that river that I’ll be back soon to listen the
rest of their stories.
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