Personification

Zero. The value of the gram seeds. Served in Mess. Thrown in wash basin. I am the seed. When I came out of the plant, I thought, I would be doing some good to the peoplelinked to me. I was tasteless. I had no specialty? People had enough of my typo? Nothing extraordinary?

Had I been a bit, say, spicy… I would have been preserved, reserved to be ate at the last. So that the flavor, the zing remains. Alive. Spiced up, the person talks about me now. “ That last bit was good. No one can eat just once.”

That would have done. But it was not to happen. Exceptionally unremarkable. So, rejected, fortunately I manage to get stuck up on top of the hose pipe. In the washbasin. Continuously moist. Soap water, Oil. At times even mucus!!!

A transaction of time – I sprout. Srijaamyaham.

I fight flood, the basin ka ched. I develop into a plant. You see…kyunki bahu bhi kabhi saas hogi. Again, to present myself. For u. Place me at the place where I am supposed to be. I will be giving fruits. If nurtured by some Haldiram, I would be priced better. Wont be zero at least. Because I am not actually. U don’t believe?

Well, you will see. Just a matter of time, I reckon!!!