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My life in the box

I live in a box. My world may seem strange to you. But, it’s not as bad as you think. It does have holes in it which lends me some fresh air from time-to-time. You may think I must be scared of the big-burly cat living on the outside but I am not. We are kind of best friends.

I can listen to all the chatter from outside.  But now I can close my ears whenever I want to without anyone seeing. The holes, I must reveal now, ain’t my best friends either. They complicate things for me because I can’t feel the total darkness here because of them. Just when I am about to, rays of sun from these holes try to illuminate it down here for me as if I am some impotent chap, not capable of doing that on my own. They just don’t get it! So if they are not going to stop playing this naïve game, they are going to get a worthy opponent in me. And so in retrospect, I plastered few of them with black paper.

But now, right this moment, I want to live out in the open again, enjoy the warmth, the fleece of the world outside of the box is offering. The cold down here has been hurting me, I just didn’t know. My eyes are swell from the darkness.

So, I take a look at the world through the crack on the top of the box, and I am blinded. Blinded by so much light outside. I can’t accommodate myself to it ,now, can I? Atleast not soon enough. But I know I can do it. It’s just that the life here inside the box has been pretty comfortable otherwise and giving that up won’t be easy.

Since then I have been hanging in between ! 


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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:
Crack : a narrow break : fissure     
        : a narrow opening —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out 
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  1. Inside a mouse mind...clever write!

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    1. Thanks Maggie :)
      This is so easily translate-able into our lives !

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  2. I like how this can be read on a couple of different levels, the surface tale of mouse-in-a-box and the deeper, allegorical tale of complacency or fear of change. I love the phrase "the fleece of the world outside of the box"--very striking.

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    1. So glad that you saw that ! I would just like to add there are times of our own when we choose becoming complacent on account of a change ... Hope it made some sense or it's just my head moving in circles. :)

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  3. Love the photo :) I also like how the story has deeper meaning. I can relate to the tendency to get cozy with how things are - it does make change more painful :)

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    1. Agreed Janna ... ! Thanks for stopping by :)

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  4. This is really cute :) And I like that there are more layers to it.

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    1. Thans Yve ... I just hope you commented because you wanted and it had nothing to do with our little chit-chat ! :)

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  5. you linked this is with Confession Tuesday so do I interpretted this as an extended metaphor? :-) Like your take on the Trifecta prompt.

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    1. Are you talking about the earlier post? Yea, it was a forced one and I got rid of it, then and there :)
      Thanks for reading again :)

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  6. I like the photo, accompanying the story. I like the fact we may think it is from a mouse's point of view, but I think it just might be human in nature, alluding to our fears of change and society.

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    1. Ahh ... Good to hear that Lorri ... ! Thanks for sharing the same connotation :)

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  7. So glad I stopped by to read your entry. I don't have any sympathy for mice but I still really enjoyed the layering of stories and possible protagonists. Change can strike fear into the hearts of even the most agile. Really nicely told, Shreya :))

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    1. So glad that you stopped by ... Sometimes there are times when you have all the resources to undergo a change, including the courage and everything but then you realize you have to let go of the feeling on account of something more important !

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