The closet was  lying there since ages, Its keys has been lost and no one ever found it important to look out for the keys or for the space, It is an usual government office having bundle of files, arranged,tied and placed somewhere in the corner of similar closets not to be picked up again. Friday morning 10 am, few employees have been arrived, now busy with tea, remaining few may come in another hour and instead can  directly opt out for lunch. A long queue of people waiting for there chance in-front of a counter, counter having a wooden base and front top half made up of a glass plate having a half circular hole in between, which is normally found in banks to pass the papers or currency notes. A blue chair can be seen inside from the glass window which is yet to be occupied and bears the constant staring by many frustrated eyes. A pigeon, white in color,  having few black patches on its tail is silently sitting on a closet and watching the melodious drama of human behavior. the unclaimed closet now belongs to the pigeon, It has given an identity to the closet which has been lost long back along with the keys. The space is no more silent, It has became a playgrounds for pigeon but still remain unnoticed from the human eyes, which no longer look for it.