damn cards...

the wind blew, came through the window towards my table, where lay a structure made of playing cards which i build in the morning. it was tall, broad and beautiful. now it lay on the table, just cards no structure. whom should i blame, the person who opened the window, the person who took the curtain for washing, the wind which had to blow this way only or myself who built the structure. i dont know. most likely no one. all i know is that i had a beautiful structure in the morning and now it all lay devastated on the table top. and as i see the cards fallen, helpless and ugly, my courage to rebuild it withers and fear of seeing it destroyed creeps in. how will it matter if i rebuild it or not...how will it matter if it stood or fell again....it will still be cards...which i wanted to give a shape...a shape which i wanted....the wind disliked...the person who opened the window disliked...and the person who took the curtain for washing disliked....the cards were helpless like me.