There was once a little cup whose only mission in life was to remain filled with tea. But because of its size, the inhabitants of the house usually gave it a miss and opted for bigger mugs.
The little cup's dull and lonely existence continued until one day another little cup arrived. The old little cup looked forward to sharing its dull existence with the new cup. But to its horror, it saw that the inhabitants of the house were making a beeline for the new cup. Its shock gave way to disgust as it realized that the tiger pattern on the new cup made it more endearing.
Life had become more miserable for the plain little cup. It could no longer pretend that its small size was the problem; it was too plain to make drinking tea fun. Such was its depression that at one moment, it would want to shake the inhabitants of the house and shout “what were you thinking”; at other times, it wished to break the new little cup. In its living memory, never had the plain little cup experienced so many emotions at the same time. All it wanted was to be full of tea. And here it was brimming with emotions in a way that it felt it would explode.
As its frustration grew, the plain little cup thought of ways to escape. Show me a way to trick these people into giving me tea, it would often pray. When its prayers went unanswered, its depression grew. It sought to escape its cage of existence by making efforts to fall off the shelf. But when you are a cup, there’s little you can physically do.
One day, the tea-drinking family found a crack in the tiger-patterned cup. Used to consuming reduced amounts of tea, they turned to the plain little cup. As tea after tea was poured, it seemed the plain little cup was finally getting what it desired.
Then one day, tired of the increasing tea spots on that old little cup, the family threw it into the bin.
The little cup's dull and lonely existence continued until one day another little cup arrived. The old little cup looked forward to sharing its dull existence with the new cup. But to its horror, it saw that the inhabitants of the house were making a beeline for the new cup. Its shock gave way to disgust as it realized that the tiger pattern on the new cup made it more endearing.
Life had become more miserable for the plain little cup. It could no longer pretend that its small size was the problem; it was too plain to make drinking tea fun. Such was its depression that at one moment, it would want to shake the inhabitants of the house and shout “what were you thinking”; at other times, it wished to break the new little cup. In its living memory, never had the plain little cup experienced so many emotions at the same time. All it wanted was to be full of tea. And here it was brimming with emotions in a way that it felt it would explode.
As its frustration grew, the plain little cup thought of ways to escape. Show me a way to trick these people into giving me tea, it would often pray. When its prayers went unanswered, its depression grew. It sought to escape its cage of existence by making efforts to fall off the shelf. But when you are a cup, there’s little you can physically do.
One day, the tea-drinking family found a crack in the tiger-patterned cup. Used to consuming reduced amounts of tea, they turned to the plain little cup. As tea after tea was poured, it seemed the plain little cup was finally getting what it desired.
Then one day, tired of the increasing tea spots on that old little cup, the family threw it into the bin.
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