Flapping towards freedom

I was standing on the terrace of our apartment. The evening breeze was a tad more ferocious than usual. The clothes that had been hung over the clotheslines were flapping wildly, trying to escape their traps. There were clothes pinned to three different clotheslines - each belonging to different houses in the apartment. But the clothes never really seemed to care about the differences. They playfully hit each other, caressed each other and at times, even twisted each other. Looking at the scene, I felt sad.
Cotton and nylon and synthetic have so easily figured out the path for peaceful lives when we still face severe difficulties.