Autobiography of A Door

I am the entrance door of Sonakshi’s house. I have got night-latch and mortise locks fixed on me. Thereby, my duty of safeguarding their house is more convenient. Tens of guests come and leave daily, to give me the suffering of pain. Some are soft handlers and these open me gently without any jerk, while others are damn rough and don’t realize the pain I suffer when they bang me hard at the time of opening and closing. Incessantly I protect their house and face the vagaries of nature such as the heat of the sun, wetting by rain, and blows of wind. Obviously, my shine fades away. Sonakshi insists on getting me re-polished to restore my shine. When I make a squeaky noise, she herself put in a few drops of lubricant.

Sonakshi and her parents look after me tenderly. I am decorated with dazzling lights every Diwali. I am proud to be with them.