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My Housemates: The Mistreated

And just like that, they’ve thrown me out…

When I was brought home, everybody had rushed out to fawn over me. Ever since, it was all the way downhill for me. For years, I was the most abused creature in existence–people walked all over me. They threw things at me without faintest sign of remorse. In fact, one rainy day, when water seeped in from the windows, I was left to shiver in cold. Nobody thought of mopping me up until the next morning!

Now that I am old and frayed at the edges, they’ve left me out for the garbage truck to pick up. Life is so unfair!



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

10 thoughts on “My Housemates: The Mistreated

    1. Hehehe, Welcome to my blog Priyanshu! Since you are clearly new here, let me hive you context. I write super-short stories that leave a lot to imagination. Often it is about inanimate objects, like my floormat here that you just read about! 🀣 Well so what happens to floor mats left out for garbage truck? ☺️ sorry that it is such a sad ending.

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      1. Thanks Don! Priyanshu, my book is available on Amazon Kindle. But if you wish to buy a hardcopy and you live in India, it is available for Rs. 290 + Shipping in India on


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