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The Table

The Table

The Table

The rising smoke blurred their vision. This was their second round and was turning out to be as heady as the first one. The steaming cup of coffee always held them back in the cafeteria after a long and draining marketing class. Three girls, three different countries, three brown circles on the table left by the coffee cups and only the coffee table knew the secrets they shared. If you ask the table, it would tell you that the confident basketball player was a romantic at heart, the graceful flight attendant actually loved all things sporty and most talkative of the three, the skinny girl from Far East tried to fill the void in her self-confidence with her constant flowing words. Privy to their secrets, the table smiled every time these confidantes giggled and gossiped. Life for them was not perfect but the imperfections helped them retain their sense of humour.

It was surely an assault. The marks were clear. Curry stains, discarded green tea bags, used tissues and a sticky note saying – ‘Do not forget to eat’. The table at apartment 5 had to bear it all. The table accepted it all except the sticky note. It could not understand why someone would need a reminder to eat. It did not know that it was more of a threat to the impish girl from the two guys, who for some reason adored her despite her wayward ways. The table only wished that the girl would mend her ways soon because the glue from the sticky notes really made its body itch.

It is the season again when the table at your home will be laden with gifts, lip-smacking food and laughter which will serve as the appetizer. The table will know all the wishes you make to Santa. The table also knows that when you say you do not believe in the red-cloaked man, you are lying. So be careful what secrets you spill on your table, it may not always hold back.

Merry Christmas!!!

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