Disclaimer:One of The main character of this story is You,The reader...and the other one is obviously the frog.
This is an experimental attempt.Please give your valuable suggestions,criticisms.This is not intended to be a rant,rather just an exhibition of a writers despair...

"Why is there no smile in your face?
The voice asked from the phone which was tired by loading an unlimited collection of stories in Writco.A frog emerged out from one corners of the screen and waved to an outside world.

The frog continued,
"You may not know me.But I was here.I was waiting and longing for you,at least for a single poke from you...Well,that's not the matter here.Lets come back to the point..Why aren't you smiling..

"Are you uninterested by the vast multitudes of ideas that are cornered here?or is it because your ideas are cornered like them,maybe without any readers...or sometimes readers who liked it without viewing it.,just like you never noticed me."

"Chillax.I can feel your pain..I also witnessed the pain of change.I changed my style,attitude,new ponds ...yet I couldn't find a single one to notice me.It was like a change of metamorphosis.From egg to tadpoles to frog..All were forms of life...though "


"And i longed to tell this story of mine with you...But you never stopped a second for me.Thank god you gave some moments for Me now.Hope you will talk to me today..."

The frog gave a naughty wink and jumped to the comments pond,reminding with its pointing fingers that it is waiting for your kisses there.

Just like his grandfather frog,whom you met at nursery fairy tales who became an immortal prince When kissed by the beautiful girl,Your mind.


Will he too resurrect from the curses of solitude?That climax answer is to be written by you...in the comments pond where he called you.