The Thinking Pot


Finally, after a long period of thinking , Matt had decided what he would wear at the Prom night (Phew!) Additionally, he had perfected the strategy to ace Friday’s test & reached the conclusion on what to do about his quarrel with Cynthia (He would make her too happy to remain upset with him this time.)
In what was left of his daily ‘fifteen minutes’ meet with his dear thinking pot, he mulled over the weird yellow color of the floor tiles..and the absence of a mirror in the washroom.
Once over, he silently thanked the thinking pot.. What he would have done without it. It was his lifeline.
He loved clinging to it for all his chores from reading newspapers to mastering that stupid candy crush( he’s still struck on level 71)

He seldom minded if he had to sacrifice his sleep to answer calls of dear thinking pot. This was well justified too as what he got in return was unparalleled- the yogic calmness (for which mum and dad ran after in yoga classes) coupled with relief -big time. Moreover,some saved bucks. What else would anyone want? The thinking pot was his answered prayer. The day he couldn’t pay a visit to his thinking pot, he would remain groggy all day( much to Cynthia’s dismay).
Nobody knew about his lucky charm which made the girls swoon all over him. All this made Cynthia really mad. But no more, he and thinking pot had crafted a perfect plan to clear up the mess.

2 days Later – On prom night Read More