trash

It lay in a corner. I examined it carefully. It was twisted, broken, chipped yet it somehow felt good to hold. I washed it up and dried it. It gleamed a little in the morning sun with all its broken glory.
After that morning, I always felt like it wanted to stay in my palms. It would just fall down out of nowhere and come to stop in my lap. Like a faithful dog, everywhere following my footsteps.

I was holding it up close. Examining all the chipped parts and wondering if they can be repaired. It fell from my hands. Fell down on my toes..hurting hard.

Some broken things can never be repaired again.

I placed it in trash bin and walked away.

Reviews

[Woody]

ooh this is sad. but a moving little write. sadly, when something breaks, it is impossible to make it whole again, but then again why not look on the bright side of life? do the best for it, repair it and cherish it. with time you'll come to like those little imperfections.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Maybe someone wants that broken, chipped and twisted thing. Place it on his palms and he will cherish it for life. For he will hide it in his heart where no one else can see it.

[Ananya]

😃 thank you. Hearts are the best places to live in and hide inside.