She was past her prime. In more ways than one. Nobody cared for her much but were not blunt enough to say it openly. Gone were those days when everyone gloated on her, took every care to keep her in shape.
Her sharp mind also was slowing down these days. She wanted to keep herself fit but it was perhaps not possible anymore at this age. The joints were jarred , creaky and needed much attention as she moved around. She caught attention of passers by now too but for all the wrong reasons. How she envied the young generation as they moved in perfect rhythm and barely made a wrong move. Her curves are all in the wrong places and are not the talk of the town anymore.
Will they age too one day, she wondered ? Age catches up with everyone, just you wait till it comes to you too pal- she thought with a glint in her eye.
She was definitely not the most cared for at home too. She had her own corner to herself, mostly in a slumber all through the day, only her mind gloating over the memories when she was the undisputed queen.
She hated the new generation. Hated is a small word actually to express the feeling she possessed of these upwardly mobiles and nubile folks. What do they think of themselves she wondered ? Just because they are attractive and in their prime , huh ? But one thing she was sure of : these newbies maybe slim but are mean. Will they ever be as accommodative as me, she would ask ? Large people have a large heart, she would say. Will they ever care for all in the family, always eager and able to accommodate to the last square inch in her ample heart ? But what could she , poor helpless soul that she was ? But she still had faith that her long time friend would still value her.
Then one day she heard it. They were talking in hush tones but she is not so deaf yet ! They were talking of abandoning her as she was too old and ugly. She could not believe her ears.
As it was a regular ritual , he came to meet her at her corner. He wanted to talk to her and take her out for some fresh air. But the conversation she overheard had been so depressing that she did not feel like it anymore. She wanted to tell him to go take a walk. She wanted to tell him on his face that he better talk to those young ones that he likes so much these days.
Her heart had gone out for good. She just did not feel like it anymore. Where had she heard that if the heart is not happy the body follows. It is so true. Try as much as he did, he could not coax her out of the slumber today.
She was gone for good.
Try as he did , he could not crank this rickety engine up and finally gave up. Its time finally to hang up his boots on this old Ambassador. He took out his cell phone and called the junk dealer again.
How about a deal for some junk, my friend ?
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