I know this is a lame story but I still wanted to write it.
Batch no. 890
The delivery van stopped and different items were being unloaded. I was patiently waiting for my turn to finally get out of this van. Unfortunately my destination happened to be the last shop on the delivery list. Well this was a long journey but I was positive that now a new life was awaiting me. Gone are the days where I was locked with my other batch mates in a storeroom.
To be honest, I was a little bit confused upon see this shop. It was not big. It will take some time for all contents of Batch no. 890 to be sold.
Turned out I was indeed right. It was only 10 days later that finally a customer was asking for me. Well at least one packet was going to be sold. Kaka, as I heard others call him, came near me and finally opened the box called Batch no. 890, that is, me.
Two weeks later, I was still here with my 99 packets of balloons waiting to be sold. How come no one was buying any balloon? Did no customer have kids? And the most important question: why did the owner order a whole box of balloons?
2.5 months later
Well I finally found out why I was ordered. The Pandyas liked to party and even the smallest party was incomplete without some balloons here and there. It was the youngest son, Krish who often came to take 3-4 packets at one go. Today however, he took at least 10 packets. At this rate I was sure that I was going to retire soon. There were only around 2 dozen packets left.
Surprisingly, one day I saw Shiva coming near me and peeking inside the box.
“No no Shiva. There is no time to add balloon to the decorations,” he said.
If this was not enough heartbreaking, some days later his wife came and repeated the same thing.
2 days later
Here came my favourite Pandya, Krish. But even he betrayed me when he picked me up and kept me in the storeroom. So, I guess I will be locked once again in a storeroom. 🥺
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
