shrunken flowers in the shattered vase

Being utterly romantic, I never ended up enjoying flowers & finding a flawless vase to match with it.

While searching for the ideal vase, I came across several vases with unique style & material, but nothing could meet the attractiveness of my flowers. The search continued & one fine day I noticed a vase , which was much contrary to what I was looking for & the first sense was a Nay. I described the appearance & material of the vase to my friend & mother telling that it's not the one I’m looking for. Meanwhile, my window shopping never ended & I kept the hunt on. I found many new varieties, new colors followed by some dashing & sturdy finishing. During the same time, I completely forgot the vase which was completely opposite to my hopes. However, I never looked for a new vase until my first ever vase broke into bits & I dropped the interest of sticking it.

One day, not sure when, how & why I opted to go & see the vase I talked about. This was an extra round of hasty QC to imagine whether it’s going to accommodate my flowers or not. Unfortunately, this time too I didn’t like the vase & told my friend that I possibly don’t want to buy any vase, but just fix the old broken one & see if it can hold my flowers the way it used to. Indeed, it was a dangerous idea, but I tried & guess what??? It never got fixed the way I was looking for & I put the broken vase in a small box, sealed it for all time as the broken pieces were quite sharp & I got real intense cuts, the wounds are still fresh & reminds me of the broken vase & its beauty at the same time.

Well, as my search was unfinished, I short-listed a few more vases & I’m not sure why I was meeting the vase which I didn’t like. Well, I started creating a place in my home for the same vase & tried modifying the flower compilation to fit into it. Years later, with a lot of uncertainties, I finally chose the vase thinking no harm in going for a difference & altering the set of flowers, who knows it might look fabulous… I accepted the vase whole heartedly & changed the whole set inside my home. The vase was nothing like I ever meant, but I was tired of going back to the old vase & hopeless to restructure the new one..

Days passed, months passed & years passed as well, I couldn’t accept the vase & its chemistry with my flowers, I don't remember when the vase dropped off & it broke into chunks. This time, I gathered courage to fix it rather than letting it go. I bled while fixing, but nothing stopped me as I had a ray of hope in my heart that this might be the ideal vase for my flowers. Meanwhile, my flowers started withering, tumbling apart from the stems, discoloring & waning with the time. Neither water nor light could keep those flowers fresh & living, the broken vase was taking time to get fixed..

Well, I put the chunks together again & packed the gaps within broken pieces with glues, sand particles, and put the flowers back, but it was too late. The vase got shaken with the weight of water & shattered down & my withered flowers also broke into fragments. Neither I could fix the broken vase nor the broken flowers. I sat down staring at both & pondering whether to wipe the mess or repair the mess. It wasn’t easy to toss the flowers which I had since I got sense, nor was it easy to give up on the vase from which I had a hope…

I wiped my tears & started gathering the crushed pieces & put all the pieces on a tissue, collected the broken flowers & put them in a bowl, I noticed the color of tissues changing from white to red & the flowers getting drenched with my blood, rolling down my eyes towards my palms, I noticed having more unfathomable cuts than the prior vase caused & I took a deep breathe deciding to never buy a vase for the flowers.