Tried something different. This one is a long post. Do spare a few minutes to read and let me know your feedback!
Born a few days ago in a factory in Maharashtra, I was one among many from my fraternity, all in different sizes and looks………many of them were like me slim, bright and colourful, a few others were big and fat and yet some others were small and dainty. All of us were dumped in a small and dingy room with hardly any ventilation. Since we didn’t know for how long we would be lying there we decided to befriend each other to overcome our boredom. Thus began a beautiful time of our life…..we would chat, crack jokes, play games, sing, mimic ……in short we had a great time.
Suddenly one fine morning the doors to our dingy room cranked open, flooding it with sunlight. The whiff of fresh air that came in was such a welcome change to the dreary stale and musty room that we were locked in. The envelope of sunlight blinded our eyes for a while. Jostling and pushing my friends I tried to get a peek at the outside world. But before I could catch a glimpse of anything, a rough pair of hands picked us up and dumped us into an open box. Ouch…..that hurt!!! I wish he was a little gentler in handling us. After putting all of us into the boxes we were loaded on to a van.
Our hearts were filled with delight on our maiden journey, whose destination was unknown…..but who cared. We were thrilled to be out and bask in the beauty of our surroundings. Though the drive was a bumpy and rickety one, we enjoyed our outing. We could see beautiful trees lined on both sides of the road, hear the birds chirping. The fields with busy farmers tending the soil, singing along a folk song was indeed musical. After traversing for a short time our van came to an abrupt halt jolting me out of my reverie. Peering out, I saw that the van had stopped in front of a brightly coloured two storied building. Wondering and murmuring as to what lay ahead, we were transported to a huge room. There were many such boxes as ours. Soon a few young girls all with blue coloured aprons picked us up and inverted us into a bin on the table. It felt like a free fall from a roller coaster. The girls then dressed and packed each one of us into crisp and neat plastic covers. From there we went on a conveyer belt to the other side of the room. Oh! That was so much fun. Another girl then stuck a pretty little tag on me and I was placed in another box. All of us were looking so smart in our new attire. Then we were packed in huge cartons, sealed and put in a big truck. It was so stuffy and suffocating. Unlike my earlier journey in the van, this long and sombre journey was very depressing. After what seemed like eternity the truck finally stopped. We were then taken out and after passing a few hands we finally landed at some place with a huge thud. Lying there with so many strangers, there was a swirl of thoughts churning in my head about what lay ahead for me.
After a long wait our boxes were finally opened. The sight that welcomed me left me spell bound. I found myself in a huge shop with dazzling lights and music playing. I was placed on a glass shelf near the entrance. I realized that I was in a cosmetic shop in a mall. Pretty young girls walked into the shop to buy their favourite beauty products. I lay there on the shelf watching a sea of people pass by all day long immersed in the intoxicating fragrance of perfumes. Time just flew by. As I settled into my new life, one day a pretty young lady picked me up. Oh her hands were so soft and gentle. I felt as though a feather was caressing me. She bought me along with many other things in the store and headed out.
I then drove along with the lady in her swanky car. The destination this time turned out to be a beauty parlour. Her assistant took me out of the bag and put me into a stand. I was happy that finally I would be able to do what I was created for. To give everyone their perfect look with their long, black, shining mane. Ladies in all shapes and sizes walked in every day.
One early morning, I found my soft bristles gliding down the lustrous crowning glory of a beautiful damsel. I was smitten by her ravishing looks. Captivated and engrossed in her charming face, soon I was transported into a world of fantasy with my lady love. A sudden jerk brought me back to the present. I saw her admiring herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her new look after the snip of her tresses, she pulled out her phone for her selfie update on FB. I realised that it was love at first sight for me. But alas, she did not even cast a glance towards me. So much for my love story.
Resigned to my fate at the sad end to the shortest one sided love story I relentlessly continued to work through hairs of various textures. Ranging from curly, soft and silky, to hair infested with lice……I experienced it all. After tirelessly serving many ladies, I have now come of age…..With a couple of my bristles broken I no longer have the strength that I had in my hay days….
Now that I have crossed my prime, I will soon be replaced by a younger and latest model who does his job pretty well. Guess it’s time for me to think about my retirement plans……
This is lovely Radhika. How you could expand a tale on a simple comb….amazing.
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Thanks a lot Arlene. 😇
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Beautifully written….while reading this remembered my similar post on white crayon.. ..https://colourfulcanvass.blog/2017/08/02/through-the-eyes-of-a-white-crayon/
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Thanks Bhavana. Will surely check out your post!
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Thanks Nagesh !!
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What a great story about the life of a comb! Well done!
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Many thanks Miriam 😆
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Love this! ❤️ Well done 👍
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Thank you ☺️
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Nice one Radhika
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Thanks Daneel!
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Welcome Radhika
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Outstanding😊
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Thank you Tamara ☺️
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You’re quite welcome Radhika😊
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This was an awesome story and what an imagination from how the comb arrived and the in betweens of its life and in the end it just perished away giving way for another new comb. This is our life too, Radhika. A great post.
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My attempt to understand the thoughts of non living things. Glad you liked it Kamal 😊
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Hahaha it was too good, Radhika and why not even they poor darlings are a part of our lives.
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Good morning Radhika, this was lovely to read. I used to do this kind of thing with my students, pick up any non-living object I would see and tell them to bring it to life..from chalk to pens, pencils. The beautiful stories they came up with…
Your post reminded me so much of those fun days 🙂
Even had it put on their exam paper, just to test out their creativity..and boy! did they all turn out winners, besides their imagination growing wild, their marks soared and so did their eventual grades.
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Wonderful Savio! I remember in school we had to write an essay on the autobiography of a ………any non living thing. It was so much fun 😁 .It sure opens the creative floodgates in children. Keep up the great work you are doing.
Thanks a lot for reading and sharing your feedback. Have a good day!
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Always a pleasure. You have a great day too Radhika 🙂
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Lovely story ! Nice read !
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Thank you Megala 🙂
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Creative imagination !!
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Thanks Deepika 🙂
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Beautifully written….outstanding….waah bahut khub.
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Bahut dhanyawad aapka Madhusudan 🙂
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beautifully written…outstanding…bahut khub.
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Your creative touch has made the journey of the comb an interesting read!
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Thanks Shaloo 🙂
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Oh, wow!! I adore this wonderful take on the life of a comb. Very well written, and it was honestly gripping.
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So glad to hear that. I was pretty anxious as to the response I would get on this! Thanks a ton Moushmi 🙂❤️
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It has always been my pleasure to read your posts.
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😊😇
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How well portrayed!!
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Thank you Tanvir!!
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This is indeed a wonderful story.
You are a master of glorifying the things with little interest in your writing.
I love your blog mam.😃😃
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I am honoured Neha. Thanks 😇🤗
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😃
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hi radhika lovely autobiography i like d way you capture the reader’s attention!
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I am so glad to hear that. Many thanks. 😊
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That was an interesting read. Felt like I was a part of the comb’s journey. You almost gave it life of it’s own. well done! 🙂
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I am glad that you enjoyed this journey. Thanks a lot 😊
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musings on a comb. A tongue in the cheek autobiography of the cute little comb.
Now, every time i comb my grey hair, i will be wondering about its memoirs.!!!!
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Haha. That is so sweet. Thank you so much 🤗
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Very interesting auto biography of a comb Radhika. A unique post .
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Thank you Rekha 🙂
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Welcome 😊😊
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Its really a very nice perspective towards a comb,journey depicted very nicely through words,the ending is superb…the retirement plan.
Loved reading it.
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Your comment made my day Jyotirmoy. Thank you so much 😇
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Glad to know.You are Welcome Ma’am.
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An interesting journey, Radhika, one only you can spin about something as simple as a comb. I think after this day, my comb will be treated with the respect that it deserves for serving me and my difficult tresses.
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Haha! Thanks Pranitha 😊 💙 ❤
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❤️
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how you do it? you written a beautiful,simplified,true one sided love story.I JUST LOVED IT.
” smitten by her ravishing looks” -the reality
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Glad that you like it Nimesh. Thanks a ton 😃😃
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your welcome mam,
If you have time mam,visit my posts too and share your thoughts,I would be happy.
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Sure! Will do that 👍
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thanks mam 🙂
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Wonderful story Radhika. Comb basically plays in everyone’s life every day. I loved the way, you cared and respected to do a story on that.
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Gratitude Malini 😊
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So lovely Radhika, it’s a wonderful story!!!
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Many thanks!!
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Beauuuutiful write up on a simple comb !!
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Sorry I have been away for a bit! Now catching up on all your wonderful posts and spamming your notification icon 😉
This article is so well worded and executed! Simply amazing Radhika, I love it!
You’ve given character and respect to the humble comb! I only think about it when I don’t have one….that’s when I realise how much these small thing in life matter:)
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I am so glad that you are taking time out of your busy schedule to read my posts and comment. That is a huge encouragement and means a lot Divya. Thank you so much 😃❤️
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Lol Awesome.
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Very very creative..I just loved the flow..😍👌
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Thank you ☺️☺️
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Love it,this is superb.How could someone creatively write a tale out of a lifeless object?Keep sharing your best talent.
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Many thanks for the appreciation Anabel! Means a lot 😊
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You’re very welcome.
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This is one of the great posts I read today… An amazing tale of a comb. Wow… You really have a super creative mind. 👌👌👌
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Thanks a ton Monika. 😇❤️
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Amazing take on a mundane (for me at least 😝) inanimate object such as a comb ! However that really reflects on your creative abilities 👍, it’s gripping and tempting to read the next line, till you come to an end !
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Thank you so much Pushpak ☺️
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Wow that’s unimaginable life story, very nice ma’am.
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Thank you Meenakshi ☺️
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