of warp and weft

if only everything can be strengthen as easily as a piece of thread holding on to parts of cloths...

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i am just a piece of long white cotton thread. from the box, i am taken out and uncoiled. deft fingers put me through a small hole of a needle and hence begin my important task.

a hand turns the pulley of the machine and i begin to unfurl my full potential. stitch by stitch, the sharp end of the needle brings my body through every warp and weft for the red white strips.
the hands never stop moving and the foot keep on pedalling, moving with the rhythm.

red. white. red. white. red. white. until all the reds and whites are neatly lined against each other.

next comes blue. a piece of rectangular blue accompanies the 7 reds and 7 whites. my body is still strong, meticulously going into each gap pushed by the needle. blue finally finds its place and stands proudly next to the stripes.

then come the yellow crescent and star shaped pieces. cut with sharp eyes, the edges are smoth and proportionate at all the right places. the hand lifts the crescent and put in on the blue. following its curves, i go through the yellow and blue, holding them together with my strong knots. the star needs a lot more patience to complete.

and when it is done, the hand caresses all the lines and stitches with pride.

my duty is thus complete. i am glad i can bind the pieces together to come out as one. a thin strip of cotton like me will do my best to hold on to what these colours stand for and do justice to them.

happy merdeka!