My Life, A Cocktail

Finally, I did it. Today. It was a couple of months ago, when I was still new to work. I had noticed two glass jars with little green leaves of the money plant, that a friendly colleague had at her desk. I had marveled aloud their beauty. The next moment I knew, she walked up to my desk, and placed a glass jar right below the white light. That was when, unwillingly, for a silly comment passed in an attempt to be nice, the responsibility of a living species was thrust on me. No, I did not have the courage to refuse. A week or two passed. A casual glance and I see the water was almost gone, there were more brown leaves than initially green leaves, there were thin slimy roots coiled up. I swore. It was filthy and smelly. I cringed, but cleaned it up. It was almost back to the same dirty state before I left for my vacations. I smirked and escaped, assuming just like my work, someone else would have to take care of it in my absence. I was back, and I met the sight. The sight of the money pl

This morning, as my hubby drove me to office, I spotted a rainbow. Immediately, my eyes wandered in an attempt to spot the other end. I followed the rainbow that grew from the earth, and soared high up to the sky and then faded till it almost disappeared. I traced a trajectory till I spot the other end buried in lush green fields. Rainbows always make me happy. The colors that coalesce in a such way that each color is distinct and yet blended with the other. Humans were meant to be that way too. I remembered the last time I spot a rainbow, when my hubby was to leave over the seas, and I had come to bid him farewell. It seems like so long ago. It feels dreamy now. There is this exhilaration that rainbows bring. I can’t define, I can’t explain. And when I see them, I devour them with my eyes, with my soul, to last the time until I see them again. And that’s how I live my life.