Leisure

I am looking at the arm of my chair. It's full of black dots here and there. Age has caused minor damage to it, the same way human face gets damaged with black patches all over. There are slight cuts here and there. And some holes to add to it's ugliness. I grope it's surface feeling the rhythmless bumps. Down I go and come across an edge. It's a design. I take my hand around the design but then feel it's roughness. Oh the children! They are always around, banging the fragile furniture at each other. It's definitely a crack. I have decided to take my hand back further. Aah, what with the wrist! How do I bend it? Should I take my elbow towards me or...away?


Away thing works. I jump my fingers to another side of line. Down I go and reach my hip portion. My index finger needs to bend around a V turn and straight I go. The edges are sharp even after the rough usage all through the years. As they are rarely touched, children won't be affected by it's sharpness. I jump the line again and back I go. This reminds me of my childhood when I used to sail down the handrails. Now my fingers are accelerated down the edges. Zooo... there's a u turn, I think. Down I go again. Straight down...wee...


As my chair is not that tall, my fingers touch the floor. But the thing excites me. I make a V shape on the beneath portion and up I come again. This. Time. Slowly. Climbing seems a bit of a trouble. I reach the hip level again but now it's on the other side of the line. Horizontal. My hand is parallel to my back now. Actually I am searching. I have never discovered my chair before. I am taking it slow. Afterall I am made of bones and not cartilages. Esh... what's this now? I take my finger round what it feels like a crack again. Aah... where's the end? I take it further. Dam! Something broke, no, broke again.  Ehh...O.M.G. it's a big crack now. It is a big crack! I see the danger bell ringing.
I think I should take my hand back. But I realise something now. I see my reflection in the dressing table in front of me.


 God, I have tangled myself up with the chair. When did I put my leg over it's arm? Why am I sitting like a frog?
Above all, how the hell will I sit up straight without breaking the chair more? Or will I be able to get up at all without falling down.
I have played snake game alot when I was a child. My grandmum still plays snake game. Yeah! Old lady has childlike fantasies.
So I think I can solve this puzzle of how to get up. I pull my right hand out; away from the crack beneath the arm of my chair. Hey, go slow. U don't want the pressure of your bum to smash the chair. Yeah, a light turn to the right, taking your leg down and giving little pressure to your bum, then u will crack this. Then! I am finally detangled.
All I need is to get up without touching any side. I put force on my feet and all set to get up. Suddenly there is a blast in the background and I hear two armymen running towards me. Sound of guns is everywhere.


I see both of them rushing towards me. One hurled his hand over the back of chair. The other threw himself on me and started beating the arms of chair. I know what's coming. But now it's not just me. And it's too late! The little armymen will fall down with me too.

Bam.!