The Small Stone

They were making houses out of stones & only the best stones were used. I used to watch in awe as I saw all the big stones sit one on top of another firmly holding the weight of each other. Each year big stones were made into houses as all the small stones watched them climb onto one another and cheered for the strong lads. 

I was a small stone but a small stone with a big dream. I wanted small stones to stand as houses as well. I wanted small stones to be recognised. I wanted small stones to be cheered. And I didn’t see why not, we had the capability to stand firmly and bear each other’s weight. We were all stones of the same earth, some big, some small.

I went around finding stones of my kind, some stones with the same hidden desire, some stones in which i aroused the desire but nevertheless, we were all small stones with a big dream. And we were sure that we will be standing there with puffed chests amongst a loud applause. 

Days went by & we practised hard. We climbed onto each other & stood firmly in our places. We practised in mornings and evenings, daily. On days when the big stones practised, we watched them and tried improving our skills as well.

When the day for the construction of a new house came, we were all excited for being the first small stones to stand in a structure. We stood in the line of contestants & waited to be tested on our skill. We were revising all that we knew as we waited for our turns. I stood first amongst the small stones in order to be tested first. When the construction worker came, he picked me up & instead of being placed on the structure, i was flung aside. The reason given was- I was a small stone. 

Never again did small stones go near the construction site. We even got a name for stones of my kind- ‘Girls’.