Temple of Words

I got out of bed and with a strange question on my mind I began to wonder what must have dropped on my roof, accompanied with a very banging sound. It was as if a bomb was thrown at me, and which I, with my hand, had caught and had also foolishly placed very close to one of my ears, resulting into a Kabuuming sound and a rest-in-peace atmosphere.  Anyway, to contemplate in emptiness and cluelessness is a mad scenario, which I knew quite well. And equally, I knew I was nothing near being mad or trying to be mad. Hence I decided to go find out what had made the alarming sound. After getting hold of my shirt and a short, I stuck my feet into a pair of footwear arranged alongside my shoes, and went outside the building, like an Aare-onan-kakanfo heading for a war. There was a ladder, a very long one, with length matching with the building’s height. It was laid to rest on the soil at the other wing of the house. It had few missing steps, like two to three or so, but that