‘The Unspoken’ Speaking

This is just a random thought that I got amidst carrying out my daily chores today. Thought of sharing with you all.

Wonder what if your Trash Bin spoke. It would describe you, your falling hair, your guilt hidden in the chocolate bar wrapper, crumbled pieces of incomplete letters, your sorrow in the spoilt food that you forgot to keep in the fridge last night, cans of beer you downed your throats to escape the pain or may be to get merrier with peers, the empty tablet packet that you had last night to supplement your body‘s vitamins!

If the trash bin ever spoke.. our life will be wildly exposed to the world, wont it?

Then wonder what if your bathroom spoke. It would narrate stories—Of the best dance moves and the nightingale voice that surrounds it. The funny faces and imagination and fantasies that evolved in there. The occasional tears that the shower washed off from your face. The pleasure that you got in a relaxing and serene bath after a hard day at work. The naughty kid who didn’t allow his mother to bathe him.

If the bathroom spoke?!?!?!.... I think we would leave it at that, we are just so us in there!!

Wonder what if your favorite pair of Jeans spoke. It would cry out saying “Wash me first”. It would tell you how many times you wore it and still haven’t washed it, how everything that you ate, tasted, as you always rub away the remains off your fingers n hands to it :P.

Wonder if all hung up and missed calls spoke? They would tell you how you felt when he said “I Love you” they would rejoin the ties cut off, the calls that could have bound you together, the calls that wanted to say “Sorry” to you.

If those calls spoke at the wrong times….I think we wouldn’t be so happy today, or would we be?

Now think what if your Diary spoke or Recycle bins of your laptop or the keys “Shift Delete”?!?!?!?! …………….

Thank god all these don’t speak !!!