Vacant

Strange things have been happening of late. The pecularity of it all, makes me feel a little funny inside. In a little shop called Life, the little person browses around, window shopping for nothing in particular. In this wee corner, the little person sees a very interesting toy that catches its eye. Luckily it was a toy that the not all the other little people fancied. But still, this toy caught the liking of the little person like no other.

The little person scrutinises the toy, with a much uncertainty. Finally, the little person decides that this was the toy that he wanted, picks it up, and walks to the check out counter. To his utter dismay, this toy was reserved by another little person. It was his no more. The Shopkeeper sent for other toys to be given to this little person. The little person took no fancy in those that were presented to him. The other toys were all the same, you could get them everywhere are anywhere. Even as they were offered to him, the little person really wanted that toy that was reserved.

That deceptively ordinary toy, now being not reachable to that little person, made the little person want it more. The Shopkeeper remained adament about persuading the little person to take a look see at the other toys. All the persistence, made the little person irriatated at first, then very mad. As far as the little person was concerned, who needed so many, when all he ever wanted was that?

The ordinary has became extra-ordinary and now, totally inordinate.

The other little person trots into the Life shop, picked up the toy that the little person wanted, and went off. The little person knew for sure that was the last he would ever get to see another toy that was such beguiling in his eyes. The last glimpse was what the little person ever remembered.

The little person turned, and walked out of the shop, despite the Shopkeeper's call to take the other toys.

It was no good at all. One was enough, thats all.

It did not piqued the little person's interest to say the least.

But the little person braved a stony smile, as though in a semblance of self-assurance. Tried to cover that damned spot beneath with some Bravado.

It worked to assuage his frustration, but the deep-seated want, still burried within.

The little person made his way to the shop, sometimes stopping by to see that beguiling little toy. The vacant corner now replaced with another. There was no point looking, the shop had other replicas of that toy. But it wasnt quite the same.

Soon, the visits made by the little person became less frequent, and later, the little person did not stop by at all.

What a seemingly ordinary one had turned out quite contrary.

It left much to imagination. The spot within, however, remained vacant.