I'm quite happy these days. But, once upon a time I wasn't. I don't remember the reason for being so but I'm sure I was. Maybe I was lonely or maybe that wasn't the reason. But, when I used to come back home after work I used to feel very unhappy. I wanted to talk to someone. Then I got myself a dog. It made me very happy. I named him Snowy. He was a friendly little dog who would greet me by wagging his tail and lick my face when I came back home. Things were going rather well when something terrible happened. I came back home one day to find Snowy dead. He chewed on an electric cable and got electrocuted. It made me very sad. I decided not to get a dog again. You need someone to take care of him while you are away. And I didn't have anyone. I was unhappy again.

Then one day I was feeling very lonely. I got so depressed that it made me angry. I started banging my head on the table, when suddenly I heard a voice "Stop that, its hurting me". I looked around surprised but there was no one in the room except for me. "What are you looking for I'm here right in front of your eyes". Was I dreaming? This couldn't be true! It was the table. "Why are you so surprised? You thought we can't talk is it? Of course we can. Not only can we talk, we can think too and we have feelings too. Don't you know I was in utter pain when you were banging your head against me. Not only me but everything here the chair, the cupboard, the almirah etc. can think and talk too". I was numb for a moment and then "I'm sorry" that’s all that came out. Then suddenly the room became very noisy. I suppose everything, the chair, the table, the almirah etc. started talking to each other or to me. I was bit apprehensive about talking to the furniture in the beginning but then I slowly got used to it. I would come back from my work and all the furniture would greet me. I would discuss the politics with the chair, movies with the table etc. Sometimes we would argue on small matters like what is the best way to make tea. It made me very happy. I was lonely no more.

Then one day I realized that if the furniture in my home can talk why not the furniture in my office. I decided to tried this out. So next day on reaching my office I started talking to my office furniture. After several unsuccessful attempts I gave up. On reaching home I told this to my chair. "Oh, there is just a little password you have say and you can converse with any furniture in the world. And the password is `Jim said hello'" the chair told me cheerfully. I did that precisely and Lo! I found company in my office too. It made me extremely happy. Suddenly Life had a meaning and was worth living. Then slowly word spread about this in my office and my neighborhood. People started looking at me suspiciously. I tried to explain it to them that I could converse with any piece of furniture, but they wouldn't believe me. And to make the matter worse the furniture wouldn't talk to me in presence of other beings. I was getting fed up of all these explanations when one day some nice looking men in white coats came to my house. They were very friendly and they understood and believed every thing I told them about my ability to talk to the furniture. They told me that with my extraordinary abilities I deserve a better place to stay. I agreed of course. They took me to a big stone building with lots of rooms. I was given one of the rooms. I wanted to get my furniture friends along, but a Gentleman in a white coat told me that I can make new friends here, which I certainly did. I gave the same message `Jim said hello' to the furniture in the room and soon we were chatting like good old friends. One gentleman in a white coat visits me everyday along with a pleasant looking lady with a writing pad in her hand. They talk to me very nicely. I have attendants to take care of me too. Nice place to stay, Good company, good food and friendly visitors. What more does one need to be happy. I'm very happy these days.