Autobiography of a Pincushion
“Don’t look at me like that.. I wasn’t born this way. They made me like this. Yeah sure.. I am colourful, I am soft and all.. but look what they made me for.. Pins?? Sheesh.. come on.. shouldn’t I have a bigger purpose in life. I don’t do anything you know.. oh yeah other than taking pins on my head. They eat my head… It pains too.. But hell I am made for it.. and I guess I should be ready to take it.. Had I been given an option I would have wanted to be a stapler. His job is so kewl man.. Clips everything in way.. He can undo his actions too.. soo cool.. These pins talk among themselves.. and I don’t even have a place at their level. My friends, the Gem clips are more considerate towards me although we just share workspace.. ok chal I got to run.. there comes another pin…
PS : Please dont try and find an inner meaning.. It doesnt have any!!