Riya Grewal

Shadows Do Speak

“All we lack are ears.” mumbled a boy sitting by himself on a park bench. He had his head down. He was observing the ants that were carrying food crumbs and transporting them to their designated nest which was hidden among the bushes somewhere behind him. He regarded the line they formed with awe and interest that is hard to find among school boys who are easily distracted away from the things that lay outside of their area of mindfulness.