Without Strings

What a funny kid.

Lost in deep slumber, he is not even bothered to play with me now.

I met him just a week back on a flea market near a carnival. He just snatched me from the rest of my people and kept me for himself.

Gosh.

What an obnoxious annoying brat.

Why me?

Of all the people, why me?

Am I so special?

He took me everywhere and introduced to everyone he knew. He did not leave my hands even for a second. As days passed, I went to his school, playground and sometimes even to swimming pool.

Well, to think about him, he is not bad. I started a liking towards him. Maybe he is the purpose of my life.

But now I am nothing. Look how he is ignoring me. Probably he will find a new guy to play with tomorrow because Sundays are carnival days.

Should I leave him and go or will he leave me. When I was deeply thinking about him, the door opened. His dad brought a new handsome lad to wake him with a surprise and dump me with a shock.

As the door closed, the windows opened. The boy cut the last thread connected to him.

Now, I have nowhere to go. I can neither go back to the flea market nor to the kid.

I started going upwards, guided by the wind. I don’t need oxygen to survive. I wanted helium. It’s lighter than oxygen.

If I stay here, I will find more people and they will pull my strings and make dance like dolls. I don’t want that to happen again. Now I have no strings attached.

I am above all.

I don’t need a thread to be pulled. Look at the stars. Look at the moon.

I deserve a place above these pity people. I deserve the sky. May be I can be the GOD someday.

HA…. HA… HA….  “POP”

Laughing at his thoughts, he got poked by a sharp building corner and burst into pieces.

The remaining rubble's muttered – “BIG WORDS FOR A BALLOON”.

“BACK TO HOME”

It found itself back on the flea market.