The Bench


(Sketch: Sagar Ghatak)

Today is Tuesday, that’s why it is quite lonesome here. Otherwise, on weekends, I become fully occupied. People like me, as I am a bit longer and wider than my other folks out here, and got handles on each end for more comfort. That’s why I am the favorite. I know some people who only come here to sit upon me. If they see that I am already occupied, they just leave. The workers here are also fans of mine. They give extra attention to my cleaning than the cleaning of others. I love this attention. But every coin has two sides. I like it when people sit on me, but more the people sit, more they make me dirty. I remember once a couple sitting with their child and suddenly the child puked on me. I couldn't sleep that night. And another day, a boy stuck a chewing gum under me. It took 3 days for the workers to find it and get me rid of it. But these are some minor discomforts I face, not at all comparable the love I get. I am happy here, seeing others having their beautiful moments on me. Can’t wait for the weekends!
    ~ Kusal D.
Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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