The Nostalgic Vibe

scents of the old pine and hazelwood sail through the damp air, the old teak never ceases to astound a visitor. Gargantuan its tall spread wings engulfing the whole structure. the minute carvings and the niches in the logs appear quite undistinguishable. These evoke the smell of fresh wine and fruits that were once gobbled ravenously. Those golden facades upon where the queen's beautiful doves perch, are now merely an old eagle's beak. Into the garden ran the swan and goosy ducks paddling their feet for a dip in the luminous pond, a thousand years ago. The king's long hall courteously held his courtiers through the reigning years. The summoning of merrymakers could almost be heard a thousand years ago. They with flickering beads and jingles danced through history for the sight of their majesty on the red-tiled floor. The interior chamber, a glory of artillery and a call for battles of victory. There hung the rusty gleaming swords and shields, sheathed by blood and sweat adorning the warrior clan. The long cry of valiant men in the field of war, scorched by their silent enemy in the sky and stripped by the roaring thunder of great storms, all could be seen a thousand years ago. The wooden panels staccatoed with memories and beams of history and pillars of time, all crowded in this majestic architecture, never ceases to astound a visitor.