The three sentence story

I have stood a silent spectator to a mass of people, who generation after generation have bungled through the centuries, bearing witness to all their Ecstasy, despair, riches, poverty even the private battles of those men and women whose great valor and spirit may never again be seen on this earth, always remaining a record defying even that swift tide of time.

But that swift tide moves on, memories are forgotten, friends disappear, 'legends' become 'tales', and one small slip from grace, they forget all loyalties, those whom I had guarded, come back with heavy ammunition and iron monsters with steel teeth.

It's tough being a historical building in India, first it is the graffiti, then it gets more colorful, then obscene and then the bulldozers step in.