Dear Owner,

I vividly remember the day you got me home; I was enthroned on the shelf that had been cleared days before, just for me. I was the new topic of discussion, a conversation starter among your friends and a nuisance for your neighbors. You made me sing Elvis, Bob Marley, Eminem and others. Sometimes you made me yell too much. But yet, I was always the one you boasted about.

I gave you the best theater experience. In my life, I saw dance practices, parties, the love during romantic movies and fear during the horror films. But by the time I grew old, I started croaking and groaning. My throat began to wear out. I really wish I could gargle my mouth with salt water, it was always that helped you out of a sore throat, I am sure It would have helped me too. Soon Britney Spears turned into Usha Uthup and you began to lose interest. My voice, which you found to be melodious then, began to irritate you now. 

You decided to disown me and bring home another like me, perhaps better than me- A new topic to brag about. I had cringed at the thought of being replaced; I cried all day long making me sound worst. You gave up on me.

“Meri aavaz meri pechaan nahi rahi.”  Now I am just waiting for the end!

Disowned by you,
Your Speakers