Prose

Suddenly, I don't know why, I took notice of the ever revolving fan hanging from the ceiling. It has always been there. But I never looked at it. I have never thought of it before.
It is there. Like the eye of the heaven, it always, is, there. I sleep, I wake, I eat, I do good things, I sin, and I leave it alone. But it is always there. When I feel lonely I never looked at it. But it has always been there, looking at me, pleasing me with its constant circular motion.
"Hey! what do I call you? I have never asked your name. Never asked how you are! Never took care of you! I kept using you like an eternal prostitute just for my pleasure."
" Will you ever forgive me! Never in my life have I felt for you, never. Yet you took care of me- in hot and sultry summers, in gloomy and depressing days of rainy seasons. Even when I didn't need you, you didn't leave me alone. Like an eye that never sleeps, you kept watching over me."
"O! Dear three winged eye of heaven! please, forgive me. Today, when the whole world has forgotten me, you are still there like a silent caring wife, for whom I never felt love, not even for a second. Indifference, is the only gift I ever gave you. I know, I don't deserve you, nor the care that you shower on me. Will you forgive me? Please, tell me what I can do to earn your shining bright smile?
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