‘When people do sit on you ? How do you feel Mr. chair’, asked the human.
‘Well, i’m glad am of some use to the humankind whose so mean to throw me, kick me and hurt me thinking am inanimate object’, sobbed Mr. Chair and almost broke down when he spoke those 2 heart breaking words – inanimate objects. Handing him the handkerchief, the human heart cracked inside just to see the state he made of creatures both animate and mute around.
An ambulance was called carrying a carpenter to fix Mr. Chair’s grief – a heartbreak, clearly he showed the signs of depression, tired of serving, haunted with human presence for years.
And every news channel flooded with the reports and questions never to be answered, what kind of development is this ? Where are the rights of a chair ? Who permitted trees to be chopped off to be converted into furniture ? Who will take care of plastic ones when broken ?
Mr. Chair went through various treatments finally, unable to survive the heartbreak had to left this world with last words on his lips,’ If ever i was reborn, i’ll never be a human’.
That’s we are.
Make your human avatar of some use not misuse.
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Infinite being ❤