Once I owned a Vase. Owned it with my heart and soul.
Everyone had a vase of their own. One girl I knew bought it
at the flea market because she could afford one. Another one bought it because
she felt bad for the lonely piece which no one would buy. I also knew a guy
who bought one every month. He was a connoisseur - of vases. They all had one.
The one they could call their own. Even had their names engraved on them. I heard that the couple next door recently lost theirs. They were speculating
the idea of buying a new one. The missus of the house hates a house without flowers.
They all had a reason. They all knew what they wanted.
I was never into vases. It was not something I would buy; for
myself or for anyone else. Not even for the couple next door. I was not looking for
vases until I met her - The Gypsy from Andalusia .
She was on her way. I never bothered to ask where to. I doubt if she knew the answer herself. She stayed over. A company like hers would never
disturb me. The vase was a gift from her. It wasn’t even a vase. More like a
jar.
Each morning she woke up earlier than the sun and waited for
the first rays to hit the ground. With the first sparkling rays she packed a
pinch of sand and sprinkled it into the jar and quietly brought it back inside.
A pinch a day. Everyday. Till the jar was full and it was time for her to
leave. The last day of her stay was a celebration. Just the both of us with good
food, a beautiful rendition on her guitar and light chit chat. She left the next morning after thrusting the vase in my hands without saying a word. That’s the
last time I saw her or heard of her.
The jar was painted pretty red and filled with sand from my
backyard. I kept it like a handsome knight in front of my army of books. The
very first to wake me up and the very last to put me to sleep. They said it’s just a jar full of sand.
What good could it bring? Some suggested I grow a plant and some wanted to put
flowers. How silly would a knight look with a plant or flowers in its head? I
chose to let it be. A jar full of sand is what I wanted. A jar full of ‘Sunshine
sand’. I grew a fondness for the jar while it stood on my bookshelf motionless
staring back at me. The more people despised the handsome knight the more I
developed a pride in ownership of this vessel. It was mine. It had potential to
be so many things. But I loved it to be the Sunshine jar. Many told me, “It’s
not even a Vase!” I agreed. I never wanted a vase. The Sunshine jar was doing
its work. I smiled. I worked. I was happy.
Till one day. That one wretched day when I disturbed my army
of books. The jar fell right off the shelf and got smashed into a million gut
wrenching pieces. Pieces I wish I could put back together. But the sunshine got
scattered all over the place. I scrambled on the floor to save my
sunshine. I gathered all the sand I could and put it in a plastic bag. The sight
was painful. Warm tears were soaking the sand now. I could feel the sunshine
escaping. The shards of the broken jar had to be saved. Some cut my fingers.
But who cares about finger cuts when your sunshine’s escaping. I put the
remains of the jar in an old shoe box. Spent the entire night staring at the
dead knight and crying. There was no one to put me to sleep. Maybe this was a
nightmare or maybe I just woke up from a dream. I lost the sunshine that could
never be owned.
I was never into vases. I never wanted a vase. I would never
buy a vase. Not even for the couple next door.
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That's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat was so lovely, I mean sad, to try and gather sunshine. Maybe the gypsy wanted you to scatter it, in the very first place, because sunshine can't be trapped -- not even in a vase, not even in the one you didn't want to own.
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That was so poignant and heart rending! You tell it so softly and yet it touches a deep chord...Beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ilakshee! Those words do motivate me to write more :) Beautiful name btw.
DeleteSo absolute in its telling, so real, so hard to accept. Such a lump-in-your-throat read, took me a while to get over it. It sucks to realize that there is no permanence. Better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all I guess.
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I'm glad you liked it. More than love, the idea of ownership manages to fool people into believing things that have the potential to tear down empires. Love, I feel, is a purely relative term. I chose to stay a little ambiguous on that in this post. But your words are encouraging. Keep coming back for more.
DeletePretty deep.... way too deep I must say...
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Ohh boy..guess like you..even the vase believed in free-falling and not slowin down.. ;-)
ReplyDeleteLovely post tho..Keep em coming...
wow... lovely...
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Poignant tale, beautifully told. You have me hooked :)
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Thanks Jaish! I have added a new widget for email subscription now :) Thanks for pointing that out. Your words are the much needed motivation required to sit and pen down every little idea... that usually ends up in the recycle bin.
DeleteLoved it. Period. Am here to stalk now!! :-)
ReplyDeleteloved the choice of words...a seemingly mundane object turned into something as beautiful by the narration...simply loved it...!!and so just voted for ur entry...
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Lovely :)
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