it's the 2nd of March 2026.
yupp, it's 2026 already!
10 years ago, I was in my 2nd Sem going to 3rd starting June.
summer break - no internships, just fun with tv, some assignments that i'd end up doing last minute. no one to tell me how to move forward in life, because everyone wants the same ol' 9-5 that pays well, brings you home to your family, a dinner and a relax time until bedtime.
well, i'm married now.
it's going to be 2 years next month.
and the vase broke.
the vase was from Ikea BLR. Amma brought one for me because I was in search for one for so long. She'd know about what I'd like or dislike. she'd know what's good for me and what's potentially better. she knew.
i had kept the vase inside for so long and had just recently started getting flowers since my teaching job in UA. and that too only after mid-September.
September - jp Nagar branch closed. teachers left. only me and Sangamesh sir remained because the Jayanagar faculty could take care of all other classes [incl. students who shifted from J.P. Nagar to Jayanagar.]
so, after September - i used to bring flowers just because - i loved decorating my home / room with fresh flowers - nothing fancy as a bouquet unless there was an occasion to do so.
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today, i was just scrolling on IG for some reels. reached out to the charger to plug in my phone and thud.
felt like love broke
felt like there are never going to be any fresh flowers in my room
felt like this was meant to happen.
felt sad as if something died.
its corpse still on the floor.
my first instinct was to send a picture to harish
wanted to write a blog.
opened the curtains, let the light in, take another photo.
the vase broke.
i felt numb.
i couldn't process it. still can't.
gosh.
this sucks; but
the vase broke
funnily enough, there were a couple of reels on "keeping space happy/clean has a direct reflection on the Mans' wife's' happiness" - i kinda resonated with that. the reel has vases with fresh flowers at 3 different places throughout their home.
i, had one - one vase, one place, and now, that's also gone.
there was another reel on "how every investment on your wife multiplies" i have seen it ample times, i never understand it fully.
i only had a random thought after that - i wanted white roses on my nightstand tonight. i wanted harish tobring them home and give it with love.
for once, i craved the love i used to give.
but now, love doesn't have a home,
because even if he does bring in flowers; there's no vase in the room [or in the house]
the vase broke.
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| the corpse of the vase |
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| the image I sent to harish |
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02 / March / 2026
P.S. I love you ra harish. i'm sorry i can't get you flowers back home from work. // but yess, all the red roses you love, you shall get. i love you, i'm sorry the vase broke.
