A letter from Window.

A letter from Window.
A winter morning and time is kind of frozen. This is window of my room, when I wake up I look outside from it and in the night it basically work as partition from darkness. This window is always in front of me but I rarely look at it. It is there but not there for me. Ok now let's assume that windows have life and they have brains, heart, feelings and everything. But they don't move or they just can't communicate. But what if one day you get a letter from your Window?

Dear Manav,
Although I know you are pathetically selfish person and you are absolutely self obsessed. But still when we start a letter it's kind of formality to ask how are you. But I know you very well for all these formalities, let me straight away come to the point. You are a selfish and self centered person and you have neglected me completely. When few years back I came to your home, I had so many dreams. Do you remember how many efforts you took to design me and how much happy you were after seeing me for the first time after I got instated in your room? Do you remember initially how you use to take care of me? How you had a fight with your wife about what color I will have? Then every morning before you look outside you use to look at me and smile. But gradually you started neglecting me and developed a habit of straight away looking outside. You stopped caring about me and stopped looking at me. Everyday when you use to wake up I use to think that today might be you will look at me and again going to give me the same old smile but you never did. I never wanted much, all I wanted was little bit of love and care but I think that was too much for you to ask from. Basically you took me for granted and I am fed up of you and I would have left you long before. But I stayed, not for you but because of your kid. Whenever he sees me he smiles and feels happy, he plays with me, spend time with me and he loves me. He is the reason why I am writing to you.

Do you know today when he was playing with me he slipped because of the dust and bumped his head. He cried and cried which was very painful. His mom started shouting, if you will play with the window again you will again bump your head so stop playing with window. But it was not my fault it was you who stopped taking care of me and because of that dust collected all over me which was the reason why he slipped. Please don’t take away the only person who loves me away from me. Please clean me and let him play with me I assure you he will not going to slip again.

Your Neglected

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