A huge crowd of people in a line would always come standing outside my house for help.
For more obvious reasons, cutting down to the water.
Usually it's the water that's scarce more than anything but here the story was something else.
All they had was water, but what they didn't have was a container to let the water rest in.
I was thought to be the only person having a Huge Bucket, covering acres of land.
I would always give it away, as I shared sympathy because I was aware of the word empathy.
It was not like I was the God or an innocent victim to be shredded, but the reason behind that was the satisfaction and the feel good factor I enjoyed on how the village couldn't survive without me.
People started loving me then the God of Sun himself.
I took the pride Equally.
Started walking with a short man holding an umbrella of slavery right above my elongated head.
Months passed by,
seeing my shared sympathy grow into disgust and irritation.
Throwing tantrums to the sun, moon and back again.
My face was showered with embarrassing prominence and people tried their blood best to keep me happy.
I didn't let it go easily without having fun with their skinny legs running here and there to impress me.
But my head was never aware of all this illogical sadistic virtues that it had given birth to.
Then once on a sturdy stormy monsoon with hailstones falling every where people ran to save their lives and didn't come out for days.
Until one day after the Sun took a heap and glared up to me while I kept my hand on my sure of pride eyes glaring back at him.
People happy to their throats came out in coats to get the water from MY very powerful Godly huge Boat.
I stood there with sharp pointed eye brow waiting for my very short slave to get some water transferred in my royal palace.
He Came there running like never before with highest regard of fear.
I slapped with questions he did expect to hear,
He said the huge divine Bucket was empty, leaving no single drop to watch me in shame.
I shouted loud, calling all the villagers in disgrace on why they couldn't leave a single drop of water for me, I was about to take their case.
They were frightened by my tone but one of the leading men took the courage to look into my eyes and answered me.
He said, Apparently madam there's a tiny hole in your Bucket which made it pour all the collected water on our very own mother earth.
My facial muscles on knowing I am no longer helpful to them, left me and ran towards the villagers.
I felt Guilty till the tip of the mount Everest and they shared anger to the same.
They obviously didn't say anything and left with zero gratitude towards me with an urge to knock on someone greater at heart and better mind's door.
They eventually stopped doing things for me and the very short slave of mine left me with an even short notice for a short reason being the short, small and tiny hole in my bucket.
I lost everything in seconds because apparently there was a small hole in my Big huge Bucket!
For more obvious reasons, cutting down to the water.
Usually it's the water that's scarce more than anything but here the story was something else.
All they had was water, but what they didn't have was a container to let the water rest in.
I was thought to be the only person having a Huge Bucket, covering acres of land.
I would always give it away, as I shared sympathy because I was aware of the word empathy.
It was not like I was the God or an innocent victim to be shredded, but the reason behind that was the satisfaction and the feel good factor I enjoyed on how the village couldn't survive without me.
People started loving me then the God of Sun himself.
I took the pride Equally.
Started walking with a short man holding an umbrella of slavery right above my elongated head.
Months passed by,
seeing my shared sympathy grow into disgust and irritation.
Throwing tantrums to the sun, moon and back again.
My face was showered with embarrassing prominence and people tried their blood best to keep me happy.
I didn't let it go easily without having fun with their skinny legs running here and there to impress me.
But my head was never aware of all this illogical sadistic virtues that it had given birth to.
Then once on a sturdy stormy monsoon with hailstones falling every where people ran to save their lives and didn't come out for days.
Until one day after the Sun took a heap and glared up to me while I kept my hand on my sure of pride eyes glaring back at him.
People happy to their throats came out in coats to get the water from MY very powerful Godly huge Boat.
I stood there with sharp pointed eye brow waiting for my very short slave to get some water transferred in my royal palace.
He Came there running like never before with highest regard of fear.
I slapped with questions he did expect to hear,
He said the huge divine Bucket was empty, leaving no single drop to watch me in shame.
I shouted loud, calling all the villagers in disgrace on why they couldn't leave a single drop of water for me, I was about to take their case.
They were frightened by my tone but one of the leading men took the courage to look into my eyes and answered me.
He said, Apparently madam there's a tiny hole in your Bucket which made it pour all the collected water on our very own mother earth.
My facial muscles on knowing I am no longer helpful to them, left me and ran towards the villagers.
I felt Guilty till the tip of the mount Everest and they shared anger to the same.
They obviously didn't say anything and left with zero gratitude towards me with an urge to knock on someone greater at heart and better mind's door.
They eventually stopped doing things for me and the very short slave of mine left me with an even short notice for a short reason being the short, small and tiny hole in my bucket.
I lost everything in seconds because apparently there was a small hole in my Big huge Bucket!
