A
little girl sat in the car, her nose pressed to the window, gazing out at the
intricate patterns of the majestic yellow buildings. Brushing strands of her
brown hair off her forehead with the back of her tiny hand, she continued to count
the fleurs-de-lis on the grille of a balcony, hastening her counting as the car
sped up.
Fast
forward seven years and there she was, dressed in her pristine white college
uniform, stuck in a traffic jam right in the middle of Empress Market. By this
time she was old enough to be able to admire the gorgeous yellow-brick
buildings, the gothic windows and the breathtakingly beautiful façades. Each
passing day made her notice something new about the architecture. She started
trying to imagine what they were like from the inside; what was their story;
what secrets did these gloomy forgotten treasures hold; what all had they
witnessed...love, laughter, intimate moments, tears, births, deaths, struggles,
LIFE… The more beauty she found in the somewhat dilapidated buildings, the more
questions started bothering her. She started wondering why smoke clouded them
and why people would just pass by without giving these magnificent pieces of
art a second glance; she was perplexed by the negligence and lack of love that
was apparent from the condition of these legacies. That’s when she thought, ONE DAY…One day she
promised to return, to capture the essence of her glorious heritage and help people see what
she saw. One day…
