The laughter and pity of the world burdened her senses
But even as the fat boy smirked,
Google completed her search
'Unibrows are'...HOT'
But even as the fat boy smirked,
Google completed her search
'Unibrows are'...HOT'
Tuesday, 24 January 2017
Monday, 16 January 2017
Autobiography of an Empty Envelope
I'm a small, mauve coloured envelope with a strange round shaped, displayed or rather concealed at Zillion Card shop.
My circular shape doesn't appeal to any buyer at the stationery shop so I've been moved to an obscure spot on a shabby shelf. My uncommon pinkish mauve hue attracted the shopkeeper but it's been a year since I have been empty, dusty, neglected and unwanted. An autistic boy made me with a lot of love and care. I miss resting at his cosy nook for a month. This shelf at the shop is too damp. And there are spiders which keep me awake at night!
I'm beginning to feel the wrinkles on me..crumples the mortals call em'.
That bright hue which caught the attention of the shop owner, is fading away too, and I feel this emptiness is something I'll have to live with forever.
At times I've wanted to be a hotdog or a sandwich, the cafe opposite to Zillion Card Shop being more popular and populous. I would've been more desirable then. They're eaten up and have a poor shelf life but atleast they don't feel so glum and lonely. My shape and now even my faded colour is going against me.
When will a piece of paper adorn me, ahh when!... When will I carry a lover's message, a friend's birthday greetings, or a colleague's thank you note? When will I be scented and decked up in pretty glitters and escape the dust and damp of this forlorn shelf? How about trying to use me for gift money, now that notes and messages are emailed in the mortal world? Oh I forgot that I'm round..And so is the world! So we can never meet...
My circular shape doesn't appeal to any buyer at the stationery shop so I've been moved to an obscure spot on a shabby shelf. My uncommon pinkish mauve hue attracted the shopkeeper but it's been a year since I have been empty, dusty, neglected and unwanted. An autistic boy made me with a lot of love and care. I miss resting at his cosy nook for a month. This shelf at the shop is too damp. And there are spiders which keep me awake at night!
I'm beginning to feel the wrinkles on me..crumples the mortals call em'.
That bright hue which caught the attention of the shop owner, is fading away too, and I feel this emptiness is something I'll have to live with forever.
At times I've wanted to be a hotdog or a sandwich, the cafe opposite to Zillion Card Shop being more popular and populous. I would've been more desirable then. They're eaten up and have a poor shelf life but atleast they don't feel so glum and lonely. My shape and now even my faded colour is going against me.
When will a piece of paper adorn me, ahh when!... When will I carry a lover's message, a friend's birthday greetings, or a colleague's thank you note? When will I be scented and decked up in pretty glitters and escape the dust and damp of this forlorn shelf? How about trying to use me for gift money, now that notes and messages are emailed in the mortal world? Oh I forgot that I'm round..And so is the world! So we can never meet...
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