I am not a fan of possessiveness. But I do have some things (Some of the shirts my sister bought for me. I would never give them to anybody even if their clothes were on fire) that are very valuable to me and I would think a thousand times to give it over to someone. No I am not here bragging about my iPod, but I value her as my life. Yes i call her a her. Ever heard of the king who kept his life in a parrot ? Well, I am no better.

I don’t know why my roommate has made my life a living hell. Remember the ‘Banging the doors in the middle of the night‘ incident? Yes. So in an attempt to step on some of my more sensitive nerves he asked me for my iPod. I gulped. I was on phone. I pretended I didn’t hear. I wished a black cliched hole would appear out of nowhere and devour me (of course with the pod and the other possessions). He asked me again persistently. My mind willed to say no. My tongue didn’t know how to say no. Against my will my eyes saw my hands open the Cupboard and take ‘her’ out, earphones and all.
 She is sleek. A Beauty. Curved at the right places. Slim and attractive. Light shone over her silver back where I had accidentally scratched her with my key as she lay in my pocket. The scratch still lay there. I was never able to forgive myself for that scratch. I had kept her more carefully until this moment where I had to hand her over unwillingly. I figured him as a monster. King Kong about to take hold of MY iPod. My thing. My her. ( MY in caps . I am possessive.) You don’t have the slightest clue of how perturbed I was handing over her unwillingly. I was no better than a Kollywood bride’s father handing over his daughter to the groom, car waiting to zip them off to a honeymoon in the Swiss Alps. (Crazy thought: How the actress manages to dance in flimsy thin clothes, covering the bare necessities in the blizzard is a mystery though. That’s why she is the actress and I sit amongst the audience!!).

Once the handing over ceremony was over, it started.

Puff. (smoke) My Devil form: [Swishing his pointed tail and hissing]“Fool you could have told him the battery was almost over”.

Me: “What if he insisted on just one song and saw that there was ample battery charge?”

Sprinkle. (Glitters) My angel form: [Nodding his head and the halo around it. Speaking softly] “That is okay. He wouldn’t be having many such chances when he could listen to some music. Let him.”

Me: “Yes. You are right. Let him enjoy himself. He might not be getting such a chance often.”

Puff. (smoke) My Devil: “Fool. It is ‘her’ he asked and you gave her?”

I boiled.

Devil: [poking his trident at my angel form] “Ha I told you. It is no good. He wants to have her back! “

Devil : [hissing into my ear]  ”What if he drops her. What if he scars her beautiful glass face?”

I fought the urge to get up and snatch back her from him. I could hear his fingers manipulating the controls. I screamed within. I clenched my teeth. I tossed and turned in my bed, while my angel and devil forms fought over my head. Finally after what seemed like an eternity (He heard eleven songs. Yes I wanted to know how much he tortured her!) he kept it back in my cupboard. I shooed the forms off. Devil poofed of with his evil grin as usual. Pfft! And my  angel form wished me goodnight and smiled at my goodwill (though not my intention) and disappeared.

Now as I write this I laugh at my insanity, But I am still possessive as ever.

P.S: Sprinkle. (Glitters) I pray to the lord he doesn’t come across my blog ever! ( Thanks be to my angel form who insisted upon this prayer)

P.S P.S: Puff. (smoke) My Devil from: He he (Wicked laugh) You are as devilish as me aren’t you sneaking upto the end of the post? I was was the one who made him write the post in the first place!”  (Snatches halo from Angel form and plays frisbee with it. Angel rushes to get it back. Devil sneers!)