I am her pen of choice, her magic
wand. She pulls me out to cast a unique trace across my usually white floor, often
at the darker end of the day. I am already fed enough for my entire lifetime
and hence expect nothing from life except her embrace. I get to spend time
untangling her hair, caressing her brows, pressing her head and even get to be
beneath her lips. I am grateful. These are extra bonus for me! Once she has
choreographed my moves and the stage is set, the play begins. She unbuckles my
shoe, holds me in tact between her long and slender fingers and drag me gently
across the smooth polished floor. There I do my regular tip toe dance with all
possible grace relishing the pleasure of being within her grasp. I share a
special bond with my floor too. He is my
stage and that tip of touch anchors my fears and shield my flaws. Sometimes my
mistress takes me round and round over him, sometimes slanting and at times
straight. Sometimes she bangs my head with anything that she sees before. I have
even punctured my floor when my madam is out of her mood. And I obey her without
any bias because my floor won’t take anything to his heart and I don’t have a
brain of my own. A very pleasant story ours may seem, but actually No. Every
story ought to have a sweet tinge of sorrow and I too have mine. My foremost
distress is that at the end of every show, she sets me aside and admires the
floor. And there are times when our mistress stopped meeting either of us.
Sometimes she betrayed us both and went seeking digital and auto people. There were period
of fight and silence. However tough the quarrel gets, it eventually subsides
and she comes back to us. Neither I nor my floor friend know our mistress full,
she herself doesn’t. But gradually we realized that we three are meant to be.
And to celebrate our joy we decided to screen our story, the story that we shared only within ourselves until now. The story of the
chosen pen, its paper friend and their mistress. The trailing stories will be about anything that our mistress gets to muse upon. Hoping to have a lengthy bunch of stories, because this world is always full enough to muse and talk about.
