Strictly speaking this is not a ramble, not by any stretch of imagination. It is something I wrote last week at our writer’s club meet.
The prompt: Inanimate Narratives
Choose an object and give it a voice. Let it tell its story or share its observations.
Here’s what I wrote in response:

There we were cuddled up that morning, our cold bodies warm against each other. Umm.. That I bet seems like an oxymoron to you. How can cold bodies be warm against each other? But isn’t that how they tell it in stories written by humans? Believe me I should know, I live with someone who calls herself a writer!

Anyway, what I meant by the ‘warm against each other’ has got more to do with feelings, mine for my partner and my partner’s towards me. You see, we love each other, and as cold as our bodies may be, we feel the glow of warmth when together. It’s as simple as that.

They say humans, if left to their true nature, instead of parents and the society interfering with their instincts and picking partners for them, would choose someone very different from them, at the basic gene level. Yup, I heard that from my personal human, no less.

Unlike humans, or other living organisms, our mates are our exact replicas. Mine has the same slim and silvery body with intricate work, studded with a fiery red stone surrounded by a gaggle.. Hmmm….Not sure if I can use the word gaggle, so I’ll settle for ‘group’. So surrounded by a group of tiny green stones, shining brightly when the light falls on them.

Our purpose in life is to dangle on human ears and make them, the humans ears in particular and humans themselves in general, feel all pretty and nice. But I hate such times really. It means that I get separated from my lovely other half. And that’s exactly what happened this morning.

For a long time we had been ignored. We lay curled up together, enjoying our togetherness in our velvet cocoon. It had been an uninterrupted seven month long period of being together. Alas. Good things do not last.

The watchammacallit human decided to wear her green sari with a red border all adorned with silver thread work. This meant that we were in the running to be part of her accessories. Oh bother. She promptly separated us breaking my heart, and hung us on each of her ears, one on her left and the other on her right.

I tried in vain to get a glimpse of my soul mate, the other half. I couldn’t through the dark forest of wavy hair on the human’s head that fell to her shoulders. If only I could cry, I would have bawled just then. Sigh. Nothing to do but wait this out. We should be back in our cozy velvet box in a few hours if we are lucky.

In the meantime I am hoping the bally woman doesn’t lose one of us and separate us forever. The mind boggles at the thought and the anxiety is killing me!

©️ Shail Mohan 2024