I am a glass, I have a long lasting relationship with some liquid. But I dont know with which liquid!
Because liquid comes to me , human poured it into me, and after sometime the liquid becomes vanished.

May be human drinks it I dont know, but by this way our Glass-liquid relationship becomes weak.
Liquid is very good to me, it loves me. Whenever it comes we spend a quality time, I share all of the stories of making myself as a glass, the pain I tolerated when I first appeared.
Liquid also shares its story of becoming solid in cold & melting in hot weather.

We spend hours after hours by just talking.

But suddenly a human comes and take all the liquid away from me, sometimes in another pot & sometimes they drink it.
I feel so sad of Dear liquid's departure.
I am the glass & that is my liquid.
Dont worry dear, we will meet again.
© mainak xd