Squeks

It had to happen. To quote somebody's words- " everything is scripted". Is it really? Whatever the outcome of the debate maybe, the truth is that it has actually happened. The once cracked open piece of meat carefully stitched together opened a wider crack this time too big for the thread and needle to put it together again. This funnily reminds me of the nursery rhyme, "Humpty Dumpty". As a child the poem read as a tragedy for "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put humpty dumpty together again". It occurs to be a very silly thought but nevertheless this is what comes to mind for it has happened yet again carrying the message that the situation is beyond any repair.
Since the needle and the thread is of no no use any more, interestingly things inanimate mostly and looked with contempt before came to the forefront from the periphery. A prolonged shower in the enclosed space of the bathroom with the cold water to wash away the excess salt and the white tiles perfect to scratch the nails on provide immense solace. So does the big while roll of tissue torn perfectly along the creases soaks all that is drained out from within and which wells up in the eyes waiting the soft touch of the thing which is white. The only thing which has always remained at the center is soothing melodies which can at times incredibly hold together one's sanity and life giving breaths. The magical voices of particular vocal chords does wonder of wonders.
All these years the effort was to avoid the rigmarole of all these activities which tend to become disgusting habits. Ironically, the effort was blown out of proportion and the avoidable became unavoidable.