I feel like a "TEA BAG" !!!

Why me? Why always me? The only thing that resembles my current situation so closely is a "TEA BAG". A bag which carries the real flavour and aroma inside its bosom, but ends up being boiled to death and squeezed till the last drop of blood is squeezed out of it. The "TEA BAG" does not endure these things instead rejoices in being an instrument of refreshment for its master. Its master sips its extracts, gets refreshed and throws it out as if nothing happened. The fatigue vanishes, the depression vanishes, the sorrows disappear and so does the "TEA BAG" from the life of its master. The "TEA BAG" is stunned. It asks its master, "I've always been there for you whenever you were sad, frustrated, depressed, in despair or in dilemma. In fact I was born to serve you. What is my importance in YOUR life?". The master replies, "You have a permanent place in my life! I can never forget you. You've have always been there with me when I needed you. In fact, I owe my life to you. I am alive because in my difficult times, you gave me the strength to live.". The "TEA BAG" smiles and looks around but cannot find its master anywhere close despite his assurance of the deep bond he has with it. It finds itself lonely buried under a dump of filth and stinking garbage. The "TEA BAG" is shattered. It wants a shoulder to cry, an ear to listen, a hand to caress and a heart to kiss. It has lost its way in the wilderness of selfishness, false promises and superficial care of its master. So finally, it sits and writes this post in it's long forgotten blog. A realization dawns in the life of the "TEA BAG". It realizes that it is alone and doomed to death. Its dream to be 'the apple' of its master's eyes is nothing but a dream.

The "TEA BAG" sits back, squeezes its arms around, lying numb in the darkness of the filthy trash can just waiting for the scavenger to pick it up.