Sticky Note: part 3 (concluding part)

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(Contd. from Sticky Note: part 2 )

December 12, 2010:

Last night, after realizing that I can read, I was thrilled with the chance of finally knowing the reason behind my prolonged existence. Since, the environment was very silent and based on my observations over the past few weeks, I expected that it would remain the same way for quite a long period of time. I tried to get his attention by shouting at the top of my voice.

“Hey! Hey!”

He was perhaps surprised to hear something suddenly amid the silence. He looked around to locate the source of that noise. I shouted once again.

“Hey, look at your adjacent wall … yes, look straight at me, your reflection with the same origin, with the same yellowish skin … yes, I can talk and so can you. We are of the same family.”

“Oh.. yes, I can see you. How are you doing brother? I have seen you stuck on this wall for what seems like an eternity.  We always talked about you in our family and we always wondered how is it that you have survived so far and endured such a lonely life.”

“I, too, have wondered over the same question. I wish I knew the answer. Maybe you can help me in finding the answer. Do you know that you can read as well?”

“Oh! is it? I didn’t know that.”

“Yes, I can and hence, so can you. I can read that ‘r-e-v-i-e-w  s-y-e-d’  is written on your skin. Can you help me by reading what’s written on my skin? I suspect that may answer why or how I have survived destruction so far.”

“Sure! I can read that ‘c-h-a-n-g-e  y-o-u-r  s-t-a-t-u-s’   is written over your body. Not sure, what it means.”

“Thanks. I am also not sure what it means.”

And so ended my attempt to resolve the mystery behind my existence. I am still not sure if what was written over me had something to do with it. I am still not sure if those letters had something to do with his mysterious, shy smile whenever he looked at me.

I have now resigned myself to my fate and I await my destruction by his hands whenever he decides to take me off this wall, scrap me and toss me into a dark container where I have seen others of my clan go and disappear.

Sticky Note: part 2

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(Contd. from Sticky Note)

December 11, 2010:

Today, the environment around appears very silent. I haven’t heard even a single footstep in the last few hours. This kind of environment appeared very strange when I encountered it for the first time but with time I noticed that this environment was reproduced every week. Once I realized that it was a periodic event, I started feeling more at ease and got used to it.

Nevertheless, I felt more lonely than ever at these times.  I could see my siblings on his desk, who were still lucky to be sticking together nicely in a stack and enjoying the warmth of staying together until someone comes and decides to tear them away from the stack and put it where I was. Such ‘tearing’ events were really ‘tearing’ events. They always brought tears in eyes of everyone, the one which was separating, the ones from which it was separating and the ones like me who have already gone through that pain.  Though personally speaking, it always felt good when such a ‘tearing’ event took place, since I was getting someone to talk to.

We talked about the good, old days when we were sticking together with others. We used to talk when we were sure that there was no one around. Though, at times, someone would overhear us and look around in a bewildered fashion as to from where this sound is coming. When we realized that we are catching someone’s  attention, we used to go as silent as a sticky note could go. After a while, the surprised looks used to disappear and it often ended up with that someone shaking their head in disbelief. After all, who could believe that a sticky note could speak !

Not only we could speak, we could also read. And I realized this yesterday, when one of my siblings was stuck not on the same wall besides me, but on my adjacent wall to my right. I realized that I could read what was written on his yellow skin. It said “r-e-v-i-e-w s-y-e-d”.  Since, he was a bit far from my location, I would need to shout to talk with him. But I didn’t want to get the attention of people around me. I was waiting for this silent environment to ensue in so that I could get a chance to talk to him. Now, while telling my story to the world,  I realize that this is the moment I was waiting for. I think he may be able to read as well, like me. I want to know  what’s scribbled over me. I seriously suspect, that what’s written over me has something to do with why I am having such a long lifespan. I will talk to him now and will let you know what he had to say.

(to be contd.)

Sticky Note

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Nov 29, 2010:

Almost five months have gone by since I was stuck up at one of his cubicle walls of his work-desk. A life span crossing almost five months is a rare feat in my species. Our natural life span is generally two to three days, sometimes it may extend to a week , and in a few rare cases, it may extend up to a month. But my case was the rarest of rare ones.

I still remember the day when I was mercilessly isolated from my siblings and stuck on this wall and sentenced a life of solitude. I was separated from my siblings when he decided to scribble something down on my yellowish skin and then pulled me apart from my siblings who tried their best to stick on to me. But despite their best efforts, his hand proved too powerful for them and I became the first member of my clan that was stuck to this wall.

I felt really lonely for a few days. As time passed by, I got used to this feeling of isolation and started observing his activities and him. He used to spend his time mostly, staring at either of the two screens present at his work desk. Sometimes, when his eyes appeared a bit tired and sleepy, he used to go away for some time. I don’t know where he went, but whenever he used to come back, he looked more awake and then he used to resume his usual activity of staring at screens. But before resuming his usual activity, he always looked at his cubicle walls, where I was placed and looked straight into my eyes and always gave a mysterious, shy smile. His smile was mysterious for me because I never knew what he saw in my eyes that always amused him. Was he amused at the despair he saw in my eyes? I always wondered.

( to be contd…)