The Magic Wall

Hey all! It's my first public attempt at writing a short story, in fact any kind of story. Let me know how you like it. 🥂

It was an apartment in the city, but it was their home. They were to spend a significant portion of their lives there. Her favorite portion of her home was the wall. 

The city was well known for it's hot and humid climate. The summers were stifling hot and unbearably sweaty. The winters weren't cold, but more of not-hot. The rains.... The rains always creates chaos in the city, year after year, as long as anyone could remember.Their house was at such an angle that all it's sides were exposed to glaring hot sun all day, except for this wall. This wall was a source of comfort in every season. 

It was in the shade of the neem and mango trees in front of it. This wall was considerably cooler than the others. She would sit with her back to it and play with her dolls or read her book for hours. But soon enough, her sister figured out the "magic" of the wall too. Now both of them sat in their spots side by side; sometimes playing, sometimes giggling and also fighting. 

Soon the summer months passed and the rains came. The wall became cold in the rains. With power outage common in the city, the wall was again their respite against heat. Months flew by and it was winter. By now sitting by the wall was a habit. 

Again came summer with it's prickly heat. The wall stayed their favorite spot. Then came the rains again. One day she found the paint peeling off the wall. She peeled away some of it, just for the sake of it. As the rains were ending, the paint on the wall was very noticeably peeling off. Her father too had noticed it. He just shook his head and sighed. She didn't understand, but then again grown ups had a lot of worries. 

The next day, a plumber visited. He looked at their wall, from inside the house and then from outside, even from the bathroom beside it! Mom, dad and plumber talked for a long time, tapping at the wall, pointing at it. Finally the plumber went away, and she and her sister could sit in their spots again. 

But the plumber was back again, with some more people! They straightaway went and started knocking down the wall, her wall! It had what her father called a "leakage". Her wall was built again in a week, it also was painted a new pretty colour. 

But now when she sat near the wall, she could not feel it's magic. Maybe it was angry at her for hurting it. She still remembered the wall years later.