Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...
By S.D. Sycther
Stay I forever the days shall recall. The vampires know me very well. In every house, I shall stand for long hours and for some long years. But the ages aren’t long for me. Living counterpart is the Banyan, which deserves the most points for similarity with me. Made from Iron, made from wood, if you stand in front of me for hours, you must be standing before the mirror or you must have dubious intentions.
But the mirror is fixed on me is for what, I couldn’t agree. These ugly living creatures walk in and create a lot of havoc around. They will stare at me as if they will have for the dinner tonight. It is troublesome, there is always a chance that someday it will crack and hurt me like anything. The glass always wears down. It has started flowing down and there is a lot of accumulation below it.
I hate when Radha returns home from the hostel. In the only month she stays at home, she troubles me a lot. She shifts from one place to another in the name of interior design. This is very very sick. I must do something to prevent. But I can only say because his monster friend and beastlike brother does whatever she says very aptly. Every time they try to remove me out, I tend to very very adamant and rigid. My legs tend to stick to the ground and don’t even turn or move a little. The wall helps me sometimes and the rest is the theory of relativity. I tend to scratch as I am moved, sometimes I try to stick to the edge of the doors, or hurt them by thrashing their fingers on the door edges, making them bleed for their money. My efforts easily drain some sort of blood and sweat but the monsters are really wild, they by hook or crook get her work done like anything. But at last, I Am the same old victim of the age old human strong will and determination.
Sometimes the new place I am shifted is for the better but most of the times it is for the worse. But, the rest of the family shall be appreciating whatever she does. Being the only member of the family who has managed to reach the graduation level, she is a master of her own class. All the days, wherever am I, whatever am I, she will be there in front of the two mirrors and I have to give a review how she is looking? She will stare like a creep if the response is delayed. Different styles of eyeliner and taking a selfie if she like the craziness she is doing. Some fool has told her that she is beautiful. I tell you she is cheap. The camera has also the same opinion. Sometimes I change the angle and distort her face to a certain degree so that she looks more ugly in the mirror. But sometimes if she has worked too hard or if she goes on through a lot of disappointment, the smile she gives on facing a mirror can easily make my day.
The most irritating thing happens when someone for no reason plays with the handle. The handle makes a lot of noise. If someone tends to work his way through the handle he/she tends to make a lot of noise. A sound that reaches all corners of the room, to which the manufacturers have to say that it has been around the corner to save homes from thefts. It a more success rate than the rest of the security systems.
But, I have been there and technology can’t replace me. Maybe there are substitutes, but my strange size and my features and my era of durability make them feel like an object worth preserving. Maybe I am not mythopoeic but I am realistic…
By S.D. Sycther
Stay I forever the days shall recall. The vampires know me very well. In every house, I shall stand for long hours and for some long years. But the ages aren’t long for me. Living counterpart is the Banyan, which deserves the most points for similarity with me. Made from Iron, made from wood, if you stand in front of me for hours, you must be standing before the mirror or you must have dubious intentions.
But the mirror is fixed on me is for what, I couldn’t agree. These ugly living creatures walk in and create a lot of havoc around. They will stare at me as if they will have for the dinner tonight. It is troublesome, there is always a chance that someday it will crack and hurt me like anything. The glass always wears down. It has started flowing down and there is a lot of accumulation below it.
I hate when Radha returns home from the hostel. In the only month she stays at home, she troubles me a lot. She shifts from one place to another in the name of interior design. This is very very sick. I must do something to prevent. But I can only say because his monster friend and beastlike brother does whatever she says very aptly. Every time they try to remove me out, I tend to very very adamant and rigid. My legs tend to stick to the ground and don’t even turn or move a little. The wall helps me sometimes and the rest is the theory of relativity. I tend to scratch as I am moved, sometimes I try to stick to the edge of the doors, or hurt them by thrashing their fingers on the door edges, making them bleed for their money. My efforts easily drain some sort of blood and sweat but the monsters are really wild, they by hook or crook get her work done like anything. But at last, I Am the same old victim of the age old human strong will and determination.
Sometimes the new place I am shifted is for the better but most of the times it is for the worse. But, the rest of the family shall be appreciating whatever she does. Being the only member of the family who has managed to reach the graduation level, she is a master of her own class. All the days, wherever am I, whatever am I, she will be there in front of the two mirrors and I have to give a review how she is looking? She will stare like a creep if the response is delayed. Different styles of eyeliner and taking a selfie if she like the craziness she is doing. Some fool has told her that she is beautiful. I tell you she is cheap. The camera has also the same opinion. Sometimes I change the angle and distort her face to a certain degree so that she looks more ugly in the mirror. But sometimes if she has worked too hard or if she goes on through a lot of disappointment, the smile she gives on facing a mirror can easily make my day.
The most irritating thing happens when someone for no reason plays with the handle. The handle makes a lot of noise. If someone tends to work his way through the handle he/she tends to make a lot of noise. A sound that reaches all corners of the room, to which the manufacturers have to say that it has been around the corner to save homes from thefts. It a more success rate than the rest of the security systems.
But, I have been there and technology can’t replace me. Maybe there are substitutes, but my strange size and my features and my era of durability make them feel like an object worth preserving. Maybe I am not mythopoeic but I am realistic…
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