Thrown

THROWN

Years have been spent, sitting together, they have never missed a click with each other. Along with him, a cachet of importance has been almost naturally inherited. 

With every passing moment now, however, the anxious chair hopes for the door to open. Heavy with despondence, in no time a thin film of dust has managed to accumulate under it’s nose and the air inside has started to feel heavy and still. The agenda for the month, printed and delivered; the speech, to hook in the hoi polloi, rests restlessly under the paper weight-ready for enactment. The wall dotted with flashy smiles, framed ambitiously, stands testimony, of a height well climbed, all marred, however, by the mischief of an errant star.

Sampurna