The newspaper had never wanted to be one. But perhaps it was so destined. And so, one fine morning it reached the doorstep, slid through the gap above the doormat and lay silently anticipating the worse. Suddenly it found itself hurled onto the top of the table unmindfully by a lady. It knew more was to come. And soon began rounds of careful scrutiny, dirty glances, serious considerations and discussions.The content might not have been its will but the comments were certainly its predicament. People kept it carelessly upon the tea table, as they exchanged opinions. Some commented upon the nature of the event, some expressed shock and awe, while some simply chuckled. Horror reached its climax when a rebel of sorts within the house rolled it into a cylindrical entity and began beating it upon the table expressing discontent about some injustice. Vernal showers - nothing was left out - from amusement to sympathy to disrespect and finally, dismissal. And it was a lengthy day. But even the night brought no peace. When all excitement was over, a bored member of the household took upon the desire to scribble on the little white space available. Silent submission was the only option available, with ardent prayers to reach the shelf of old useless newpapers.   

The prayer was granted at long last. Faces disappeared, voices faded and darkness reigned supreme. Tomorrow would be a new day for sure, with a new substitute to go through this burden of civilization. And just when life seemed to draw towards that much desired end, the lights went on once again. A little girl came out and walked towards the shelf. Hadn't it been enough for the day, it wondered...! And just as feared, it was dragged out of the shelf yet again. There seemed something new this time. The girl handled it differently. She was, unlike the others, so not-interested in the content. She tore off a section, opened the folds and gently added to its being new marks of existence. It found itself turned and folded in various patterns, until a result was achieved to her satisfaction. She now called it a boat.   

She then placed it upon her table in her room and looked up at the sky.