Thoughts Of A Study Table

I am a lonely and sad study table bought from amazon. The delivery man dumped me into a dark, dusty truck. I was placed in a dirty classroom with litter all over! The children used to stand on me, scribble on me, and fill my stomach with books! I would use to feel abused. Sometimes they even used to scratch out my paint. It felt so awful!

Earlier when the lockdown had recently started, my joy knew no bounds! I was as happy as a lark because I knew there was no-one to abuse me by standing on me or scribbling on me. But now it’s been 7-8 months! I recently got to know that some virus named covid-19 started and the children are home because of this.

I have no idea what this virus is and what the future holds for me, will I be thrown out or will I be repainted and used again. I hope I don’t get corona because then nobody would touch me. I am really missing the student’s laughter, friendship, and mischief and the teacher’s scolding and appreciation. I cannot do anything but pray.