Hello!
It’s me, your
umbrella, popping in for a chat. We never see each other until the monsoon arrives or you can't bear the sun in May.
I was born in
a factory, stitched together with fabric, and stretched over eight slender ribs of
steel. I was created to protect you against the blazing sun and the rain. I'm your constant companion in the monsoon.
I have siblings
in varying sizes and colours, and we are all foldable. We are also known as a
parasol, or fondly as 'brolly.'
You station me
behind a door, hang me on a peg or tuck me away in your bag, and I wait to be
of service to you.
When you
unfurl me, I open up into a canopy of safety, protecting you from drizzles,
downpours, or the blazing sun.
I dislike the wind
because that naughty chap plays games with me. He turns me inside out, and I
feel sorry to see you struggling to make me right. I feel humiliated, and there
is nothing more pathetic than an umbrella turned inside out.
I feel so
touched when strangers huddle beneath me. I carry stories of love and romance and walks in the rain. Oh yes! I'm important to you.
You humans are
a forgetful lot. You are forever leaving me behind- in trains, buses, taxis, schools,
restaurants and just wherever you go. I resent that. Sometimes you’re unlucky.
You borrow me from each other, promising to return me, but then, as I said,
you’re “a forgetful lot.”
Did you know
that Ruskin Bond has written a story about me? The Blue Umbrella. How wonderful
is that!
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