Stapler...

Tick…tick…clip…clip.. Goes the stapler…. Wondering about this simple yet so useful invention I take a walk down my memory lane. As a kid, in spite of so many warnings and monitoring by parents, I wonder how I managed to clip my fingers rather than the bunch of papers (most of the times it would be just one sheet of paper with endless pins bordering the sheet in different patterns). Initially I would be amazed to see the dangling metal part from the tip of my finger, until the excruciating pain took over my excitement. And then I would run about the whole house creating pandemonium, leaving my parents in jitters.

At that point of time, enters my Hero. My dad would make me sit on his lap and handle my tiny little fingers with utmost care, as if they were The most precious thing in the whole universe, Of course every child is an apple of the eye to their parents. Looking back, now I understand the agony that he would have gone through to see me like that. Very carefully he would try to pluck out the alien element, trying not to shed any of the coloured liquid from me. Yet, the foreign body would leave behind a tiny bead of blood making me burst into tears. This would only worsen the situation for him, to see his princess cry, making him feeling that he was the cause for the pain. How I wish I had cried a little lesser and smiled for it was over….

And today when I see the stapler on my desk, I know I can never go wrong with it again, lesson learnt! But yes, I also see another person in line who could be doing the same in near future….