The GUM

It cost a rupee. It was chewed upon until it lost all its juices. When the taste got bitter, It was thrown out of the mouth like a catapult on the burning asphalt. It waited its destiny until I stepped on it. It got stuck under the sole of my sandal. What a shame! But as useless as it can get, it now has a purpose in life, to make its presence felt through the uncomfort caused to the foot and thus to the man who wears it.
What we see here is classic example of revival, a plot displaying optimism at its best. All one has to do is to wait and wait for the right foot trying to force you down into dust, until you cling to it and make him regret for his move. What follows next totally depends on how well the gum can do what it does best. Whether it has lost flavor or elasticity or the adhesive character does not cause much of a hindrance to its aim and destiny.
If I told you that you were as wasted as the chewed gum, you could well answer me back referring to my blog.
Years ago, while still a kid, I got into a similar situation and like any other curious kid, I tried getting rid of the thing. So I sat down until I realized the best way to do it is to leave the sandal upside down, facing the sun for a long time so that the gum dried and would no more stick to the sole.
Now, I know, how it happened, more importantly why it happened; leaving aside the logical reasons, all I can say is that as soon as the gum realizes having won over the suppressing sole, it gives way. This last fight leaves it drained, devoid of all its powers and capabilities until it sees its end. It never cared what the world thought. But I know that the Gum always was a Winner.