The Tiny Tea Cup peeked out of the cupboard to see if anyone was around. No one really, just the salt and pepper shakers. The other tea-cups were in the hands of the guests it seemed.
And suddenly the maid walked in with the silver tray with those beautiful floral teacups. Tim (the tiny tea cup), quietly closed the door of the cupboard, leaving it just slightly open, to watch them. And in that skulky corner of his he watched them all day long, talking about such fascinating things in the living room, and about people wearing such amazing clothes.
He had never seen the living room. When he was younger, he was told about all fascinating stories of the living room, and his only wish was that he would one day hold tea in him for guests in the living room. But for some reason he was never used. And his eagerness turned into hope, which had later turn into despair, and now he felt like his purpose of being of being a teacup was defeated.
"Oh, you're the most ugliest tea cups ever, why would they use you," a snobbish yet elegant tea cup had informed him last month. And it was true, undoubtedly. What use is an ugly tea-cup I suppose. Even salt shakers are better than that, atleast they serve some purpose. Caught between two worlds, neither of which he was a part of, the tiny tea cup wondered about things that one can wonder about. Now, the concept of a God for tea-cups hasnt quite taken off yet, so I don't think he would be wondering about that....
So one day, he decided that he would make it on his own, to the living room, and to see the splendours he had heard about. In the darkness of the night, he crept out of the cupboard, and slowly made his way down to the kitchen counter. How was he gonna make it across?? He had no clue........And so he decided to jump off the shelf, in hope that he would somehow not break entirely and still make it across......I really wonder what happened.......
Children Are Told Horrible Lies
Some Ugly Ducklings Never Fly
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