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FICTION
The Judgmental Ceiling Fan
Humans have always been judgmental beings. That is why they have assigned me the role of a ceiling fan.
My only job is to look down on people because I cannot control the speed at which I turn. It is all in their hands. Those knob heads control me with a knob. And for the past ten years, I have been judging them as the ceiling fan of the Government Utility Bill Payment Office.
Last March, I heaved a sigh of relief. For some reason, they were shutting down the world. This meant that the household ceiling fans had to work overtime, while I can rest until they reopen the world.
But as luck would have it, the maintenance man forgot to switch me off before he left. I’ve been turning slowly and slowly for the past year, without any rest. It would’ve been better if they kept the knob at full speed, but no I wasn’t lucky enough for that. If I ran at full speed for a few days, I would probably fall off the ceiling. And we all know ground fans are worthless. But the knob was turned to the slowest speed setting. A ten-year-old ceiling fan that hasn’t been maintained by incompetent government officials and it is moving really slow. That’s when time stands still.
I have never left the ceiling for ten years. But turning above an empty room, without…
