The world is divided into two parts- living and non-living. The former one can feel, show emotions while the latter one is incapable of experiencing anything. What if the non-living could feel and sense? A whole new perception towards non-living things could arise. What follows is an instance which depicts one such possibility.
He runs after me in the streets, and then kicks me hard from one end to another. My round body fumbles over some stones but I dare not mumble a word. It hurts and with no shoulder to cry on to, I weep in silence. How I wish there was someone with whom I could share my feelings. As I bounce along the street to reach another person at the other end, I divert from my path and take shelter under a car parked on one side. As I lie in isolation I think about the time when I had first met him. He purchased me from a nearby shop with a smile on his face and gleaming eyes. With the authority of owning me I accepted the fact that he could do whatever he feels like with me. I wish I was living.
I am the favorite of children and even elders like me. They lick me merrily in the summers as I provide them relief from the hot weather. I am proud of myself as I support the people just like parents support their children.
At a distance I could see a 10 year old boy coming towards me. With delight he enjoys me and I couldn’t be happier to cater to all. Accidentally I slip from his hands and fall on the road. He looks at me indifferently and doesn’t look back for the second time. And I am left to melt alone on the streets and soon no trace of me or my feelings would be left. I wish I was living.
Had these instances been reality, we would have to take into consideration the feelings of minutest of things. And as such the feelings of us humans are difficult to handle, utter chaos would have occurred.
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