My-Chair

MY CHAIR has been with me all along, through good times and bad. It has taught me several things in life though it is silent, stubborn and rigid. I wish I could be like my chair. Quite often, I would mentally go for a ride in my chair when the class turned boring. I felt good and comfortable only when seated in my chair.

Many times my friends have referred to my chair as my spouse. I am deeply attached to this chair as it interacts with me. You are affectionate to everything close to you. Sometimes, I wonder how the others who used the chair felt about it. After all, one establishes a relationship only with humans. Can’t one establish a relationship with a non-living thing? Sitting in this chair, I have dreamed my future and shared my feelings.

I cannot even imagine how I will live without it given that the time for me to bid farewell is about to come. I have vented my spleen on it but it has never reacted. My chair has cherished me and emboldened me to face the world. I know relations are meant to be broken but I wish I proved this wrong.