The blue curtains

In my childhood I often used to wonder what if the non living stuffs around us becomes alive for a moment. Now that I have grown up I feel such a perpetual fantasy doesn’t last long and things will continue to be in a way they are being pre assigned. Recently while being in a room I found myself staring at the curtains, beautiful indeed as a whole considering it’s colour, designs etc. Eventually a thought strike me that every memory created in the room, every breathe taken, every eternal promises made have been witnessed by the curtains. And hence there is a forever silent and peaceful movement in every breeze because it has witnessed an incessant promise or a vow and hence wants to be in the continual.