Ek Darwaaze ki aatmakatha (Entry pass: Wit only)

I am that door --to be precise an opening with two vertical doors that meet in the middle of the opening when closed. Conphused? It's okay because the occupants of the room I open into are also very conphused, so let's move on. Ab how do I share my misery. I have no voice but two insaafpasand occupants of this room, over-filled with hormones of 'sacrificing self for others' cannot hear my voice when I scream and want to be heard -- sunenge bhi toh kaise? Wo dono khud hi itna chillate hain ki sometimes they cannot even hear their own voices...

One insaafparasth asked the other in one fight, "Are you hearing your own voice?"

In another fight the other insaafpasand asked the first one, "Do you hear the kind of words are you even talking to me?"

It made me laugh because they can never hear my voice. Maanga hi kya hai maine in dono se. Bas itna: "Shut me, you idiots!"

But ye dono toh itne khadoos hain ki meri zaroorat to be closed is always ignored and almost always a na-insaafpasand person slides through the opening between my two vertical doors and I am blamed for it.

But wonder of wonders, today, of all days, when only one insaafparasth was occupying the room, he shut me. Closed! I was shocked 😲 dumbfounded 😲 and almost in tears.

Why did he close me shut today? It was the first time that a certain someone knocked before entering (I don't count the only one time when she came knocking for migraine medicines because that door was not me, it was my sibling which is now the door to the washroom 😆)

Has he finally realised that I can be closed too?

Will these insaafpasand occupants give me the insaaf I am seeking by keeping me closed, hereon, when the room is occupied?

Please batao friends... main apne shikwe kisko sunau?