Another Cinderella story.

We all believe that we are the Cinderella in our life's story but what if we are confronted with ourselves, through the course of certain events, and a bitter truth is revealed, that in fact we are the step-mother in the story. It is difficult to wrap your head around it and I know it can be devastating. So you hide that part of yourself away from the rest of the world whilst fully aware, as you walk through the world each day, that you also have that red apple tucked away under that shawl of yours, oh wait that was snow white - anyway you get the picture, at the end of the day you are the step-mother to someone in every scenario possible. You can hide that part away and whistle gaily under the dark purple sky amidst the thunderous winds (well because you are a villain, you get the picture) unless you decide to write about it in your not-so-anonymous blog. You are still waiting for the point I am trying to make, aren't you? Well before you think you have waited enough for the main story and decide to abandon reading further, let me confess. I have had this beautiful phone with a sleek and wondrous body, for the past two years. As the days go by, its beauty magnifies - its rose gold colour glistens more under the sun, its face so pure and transparent, showing off its flawless perfection, its perfectly thin lips beckons the attention of numerous fascinated human eyes. I must admit, this threatens me. I have made her tirelessly work for me for the past 2 years - night and day, I make sure she is overworked, especially when I am awake, and even when I am not awake I make sure that she makes herself useful by staying awake, toiling away in the kitchen, getting prepared with my food for the next day (numerous downloads) or being jolted by 220 Volts through her veins throughout the night all so that she is sharp and ready for the next day's atrocities I have planned for her. Inhuman, I know, for I am the step-mother and I don't care. She does it, hiding her tears within, and being bogged down by the pressure of my fingers inflicting pain upon her face each day and each night without rest. The callus skin hammering over her ever-magnificent skin as my palms clasp around her throat while she suffocates for even a tiny breath. Well I am aware but I derive so much pleasure, inflicting the pain upon her each day because she makes my life easy. She overindulges my lazy ass, as they say. I become more spoilt and indolent as the days go by and I see myself being more dependent on her, non-functional without her intervention. So bottom-line is that she toils the entire day for me while I laze around. All she needs in return is some basic care, maybe just a pretty dress to feel attractive when she is amidst her peers at a gala (opportunity of which seldom arises, since I lock her away in some dark crevice of a pocket where she doesn't have any access to even the tiniest fleck of the day.) I had dressed her all this while, for the last two years, in the same piece of clothing which rot away gradually each day, never caring to reward her with a new one with all she does for me. Like I said, just like an evil step-mother wanting her Cinderella to just work for her and not be distracted by her own beauty and also not be taken away (or stolen) by another prince/princess who might treat her better. Well I don't know if they would treat her better than I do (see, once again thinking like an evil step-mother!) Today as I gifted her a new dress, she phoenixed right infront of my eyes, in my hands once again, and I am threatened by her being seen by the rest of the world, I am tempted to hide her away even more than before, more afraid that she might be stolen from me because I am so selfish that I only want her to labour for me and not be anyone else's in this world. Such a step-mother, you see now what I mean by me being a step-mother?

But seriously everyone, after I bought a new cover I am afraid that my phone will get stolen. Man! What did I do? See for yourself and you will know what I mean. So that was the whole point I was trying to make. Sorry for taking you through these twisted alleyways and getting you stranded here for no reason, well in short, wasting your time. You see, always and forever an evil step-mother. He-ho-ha-ha-ha! *evil laughter* you get the point.