Teapoy

It changed everything. Right from the time I wake up to the time I sleep. It changed the way I was dressing to office.  Insane add ups to my small hall made a mark inside me. I just bought a teapoy. it was a good deal too, I bargained from my shore  and vendor did the same from his land. And we settled the deal on the bridge. I suppose the best negotiations take place in vacuum. 

Teapoy just decorates my one room house like the only necklace on my mother. It is not luxury if you have visited houses. but for me it shows the glittering pseudo effort to make my one room house to a "home". all the indeciplined objects gather there on the teapoy and sit like the best classroom.  my morning tea sits right on there instead the shady floor. news paper  earlier occupied my chair now sits on its own..in a frame. it brings order, I started admiring its place how it keeps its own space. it owns few inches but like the eyes of the house watching everything around it. 

I started feeling like it demands everything  around it to be elegant , silent and pleasant. I stopped walking beside it , I am scared it will change me for ever. I wear clean white shirt ironed, tucked with dark blue pants. Got my hair cut. I am scared I got a dictator in my house who commands  with silence and spreading its territory day by day by just standing still. I am petrified by statues as they conspire in solitude, watch the change and change everything around it as they cannot bear changing themselves. 

Teapoy, is breathing and demanding an order in everything.  Some nights I hear a forest from his four legs.