This document discusses how the author's "big thumb" is often misinterpreted by others depending on the various gestures and movements they make with it. Over the course of multiple lines, different ways the author uses their thumb are described, along with what people tend to think each action means. In the end, the author reflects on how their "big thumb" seems to astound others, despite it just being a small part of their body.

1. BIG THUMB
When I held it dead straight and candidly in free space; people thought I was being
overwhelmingly rude and cheeky,
When I sucked it passionately in my mouth; people thought I was just an innocuously
overgrown child; unfit to exist in monotonous society,
When I curled it stubbornly to form a fist; people thought I was in an invidiously wild
mood to punch and fight,
When I slanted it a trifle towards the left or right; people thought I wanted a
brazen and speedy lift,
When I pressed it ardently on scintillating white paper after dipping it in sapphire
pools of ink; people thought that I was illiterate; didn’t even know how to prudently
sign,
When I raised it above my shoulders for incessant lengths of time; people thought
that I gruesomely stranded; wanted to abscond to more blissful places than the eerie
mist surrounding me,
When I folded it pathetically into boundless knots; people thought that I was
disdainfully maim; endeavoring my best against crippled time,
When I tapped it relentlessly on the desk; people thought that I was peevishly
irritated; desired to be left in immortal peace and all alone,
When I rubbed it voraciously across my armory of teeth; people thought I had
dropped freshly from the rustic village; wasn’t acquainted the slightest to
contemporary toothbrush and stringent paste,
When I hoisted it vivaciously towards my friends in times of perilous examinations;
people thought that I was wishing my comrades all the very best,
When I probed it forward to sprinkle crimson vermilion in the hair of my beloved;
people thought I had tied the nuptial thread; bonded myself into the swirl of sacred
marriage,
When I ominously hurled in sedate atmosphere; people thought I had intentions of
breaking somebody's nose; waded back in petrified terror,
When I obnoxiously pointed it downwards towards Black mud; people thought I was
in a mood to contemptuously insult; ridicule sagacious entities to inconspicuous

2. dust,
When I caressed it on colossal slabs of white ice; people thought that I trying to
generate tremors of inexplicable excitement in my languidly dreary persona,
When I whole heartedly offered it to kids to play; people thought that I was
extremely philanthropic; had this insatiable desire to help human kind,
When I twisted it fervently to capsize the pen; people thought that I was in an
uninhibited spree to write,
When I engulfed it wholesomely with colored gloves; people thought that I was
involved in heinous crimes; was trying to surreptitiously sequester my trail of
vulnerable fingerprints,
When I feverishly bit it umpteenth number of times in the day; people thought that I
was encapsulated with incomprehensible anxiety; was waiting for precarious time to
rapidly unveil,
When I held it intractably against my lips; people thought I was trying to intimidate
them into brutalized silence,
When I amicably waved it towards the chair; people thought that I instructing them
to congenially sit and relish in fantasy,
O! My God; although it was just a short stub of fat flesh protruding from my palms;
my big thumb was really something to ponder about; my big thumb was
incredulously astounding.