Sticks

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I deserve to get the Survivor of the Century Award, or maybe more than a century.

It has not been easy standing on one leg, losing my sheen in the mercury lights, yet being admired for quaintness. You mould me in different shapes, add aromas I don’t like and applaud the act of blowing me out. Yet, the charm of a candle lives on, as I silently watch the festivities and the luscious spread on the table.

My unshapely form will be here tomorrow, to be scraped out, face the heat and renew myself again – with a new wick (Smile)…

 

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