Peering into it, not without some excitement, I saw an amalgamation of metallic objects winking back at me. I closed my eyes, put my hands on the keys, and something passed from the inanimate objects to my fingers and I absorbed the energy, the legacy. The room leapt into view etching out the familiar objects just where they were meant to be. As I ran my fingers through the inanimate metal objects, I knew the logical thing to do was throw them away. And, I reasoned, in some way they were a document to the past, a legacy.

Source: Dhaka Tribune June 01, 2019 07:07 UTC