Shattered and bruised I lay
I entered this home, hoping I could have a say
What made me think I am their first love
I often watch them cuddle, kiss and proclaim love
Long after the lights are off
I stay awake until sleep dozes me off
There are days I cry and cry
and wished I could fly and fly
There are days I protest and turn blue
She thumps me and shakes me, to drive away those blues
A older cousin did not long last
The culprit was their son, two and a half
Yes I am the laptop
And that seems to be my shaaaap !!!
Today she played his favourite ABC’s
He watched and clapped his hands in glee
Little did he realize he landed on me
Ouch it hurt, and was not sweet
The mom, screamed yelled, the crazy wife she is
Sometimes I wished I had an alternate life that is
That day is not far
When I am going to proclaim war
The ode to the laptop.
Last evening, we cuddled and kissed. He whispered “I love you amma” . In his excitement and play, my little one lands on my laptop. I shriek, shake it and thump every key possible to ensure it works fine
The poor thing, landed in our home only 6 months back and I already have broken the power adaptor. Shaken and a bit frightened, I took it to my office wondering if it needs major repairs . No it was back within a few hours . A earlier laptop was dunked in water and died a nasty death.
The next time the laptop gets abuse…
I think I have no new excuse…..
How do you treat your office laptop at home????