Some sad, non-living beings

The typewriter made the normal clickety click noise as the typing continued. It felt sad, a strange kind of sadness engulfed him. It felt, what if it could have resisted whatever was getting typed. What if, it could stiffen the keys so that hitting the buttons ended up getting nullified and the letter never ever got completed. But that won't be possible. It won't be possible to stop the typing of the letter which would drastically change a small child's life. The child, whose name was written as Sahana, is getting transferred to an orphanage by her own parents. The reason for which, the typewriter didn't know. The only thing that it could feel was the sadness and the want to reverse the things or stop them. But does it have a say, no it doesn't. It can only let the thing happen, and stare in sadness towards the child, who stood in front of it, bewildered!

The bulb tried hard to glow. Glow in all its glory. Though it was a standard sepia-toned bulb, someone had tied a green plastic to it. Now it emotes a soft green light. But, the filament did not support him. It kept on trying to glow. To glow, to provide some light to this place which stayed in darkness all throughout,from the day it was planted in the roof of this thatched house. They placed him on the roof but it seemed to him that the place never ever got the electric connection required for him to glow. The bulb himself did not worry much about himself, he can stay without glowing,in rest phase but every evening, this small kid comes with his bag full of books, tries hard to switch him on and then sits there, lighting only a small candle and does his reading and writing for almost two to three hours. That is when, he feels sad and tries hard to glow. But what can he do,other than feeling sad for the small kid. Someday things will change,kid, Don't ever stop hoping!

The Chimney felt sad. Not only today, but yesterday as well,and it knew it would feel sad tomorrow as well. It kept staring at the blanket of black smoke that came out through its mouth and went and painted the clear blue sky,black! How he loved the clear blue sky in the morning, until the factory opened its door and the proceedings started. He loved staring at the blue sky which stretched till infinity and at the birds that flew across it. How hard he tried to somehow close its mouth made of bricks,so that the smoke never, ever escaped and made this beautiful piece of sky,black and polluted. How he wished, he could do it. He only wished and wished! But he knew he could do nothing about it,and was left sad,always.

The Raindrop wished it didnot fall on the same place, over and over again. It kept falling on that same spot for the last three days and each single day, it fell on the lap of a small dog. It seemed to him that the poor guy didn't have a place to stay. It was a stray dog. He wondered how was that little being was able to endure the rain for such a long time. And why did not anyone help it. Has the world gone too cruel, too selfish,not at all oblivious of others? He kept wishing if he, somehow, managed to not fall on the puppy,which would probably have made him less wet and helped in its survival. He wished, maybe,the rain would stop soon or hoped that the puppy gets a roof above it's head soon!

The sun rays felt terrible about the implications. It fell sharply on a river,which eventually dried up and it was the only river in the village. The whole village suffered, the people had nowhere else to go to. They all beared the fruit of global warming. The Rays wished it could turn itself off. He saw the river bed drying down slowly and slowly as his intensity increased. He couldn't control it. He wanted, and tried so hard to shut itself off, to focus its enormous amount of energy onto someplace else and not the river, but alas! The river,the people,the crops, the animals, everyone had to suffer. Everyone had to deal with the scorching rays. The Rays kept staring at the diminishing water level, unable to do anything about it.

The pen wished its ink to dry up all of a sudden. That would delay the process. That would buy them some time. Maybe, they may end up changing their decision. Who knows! He wished somehow the nib gets broken and they are not able to sign. To sign the divorce papers. They deserve a second chance. They should not give up on themselves. There is lot of things that can be made right. If only, they managed to have some patience. But, the pen had no control whatsoever. It could only be a silent spectator. He waited with bated breaths as the signature process went on.

Just then, there was a sudden noise. The factory behind started its Operations and the siren diverted the attention of the wife as she started to sign the papers.As she looked up,the typewriter besides her,gave a creaking noise and collapsed,with all its internal screws being thrown out. The husband, already irritated,looked up ,and suddenly it started raining and strong winds blew all the papers around the court. As everyone ran for shelters, the divorce papers flew and flew until it got stuck to the walls of a tall chimney. It stayed there for a fleeting second before rolling and rolling into infinity.

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