The Voice of SK

  Symphony of Life Arun closed the doors and windows of his room. His room was a mess with his bed undone, things thrown everywhere, a broken lampshade hanging on his desk, books scattered on the floor and empty bottles of alcohol stacked in the corner. Just like his room, he was a mess too. His hair was messy, his shirt soiled, his beard unshaven and his wizened dull face was itself a grievous sight. He staggered across the room only to step on a piece of glass that pierced into his right foot. He cursed himself and threw the glass piece from his foot aside with other pieces. Beside the glass pieces, was a broken photo frame with a photograph torn into pieces. He ransacked his cupboard and took a packet of white crystals labelled methamphetamine. He bit open the packet and poured half of it on the table. After a couple of snorts, his vision was blurry and after another one, he passed out. He opened his eyes to see a cloudy sky. He got up hastily. He was standing on a giant cloud ...

          It happens in life that we often take things and people for granted. Some might be those we care a lot. Unlike people, things can't speak out their heart (I know they don't have one). But when we get so much emotionally attached to them, I feel empathy for them. Here are some parodical letters, I have written to them. To my Quechua water bottle,          I know that you are in a bad shape. Countless times, you have quenched my thirst and of many others. What did I do to you in return? I let you down. I let you down far too many times. Yet you were there for me though battered   and   dented. And there were times I thought I had lost you but believe me, I was desperate to get you back. But you always found a way to come back to me for which I am extremely grateful for. I could say nothing more than a promise that I wouldn't let you down anymore. To my Nokia earphones,       ...