…and the shiny chandelier was hanging from the ceiling like thousand pieces of broken stars had been intricately woven into a piece of art that emitted light and showed beauty in them.
A journey, that will lead to its end, and only when you’ll reach its end, you’ll realize that it’s only a new beginning.
I tried catching it once, as it ran along the shores but all I got was a slippery eel and wet clothes. So, the next time when it rained I closed it in a glass and froze it.
I liked its white crystal form. I felt proud, that I had tricked and caught some. But as the sun came hard on it, it smiled sparklingly at me and before I could do anything it ran away like a naughty child away from my grip.
Whenever and wherever I see these beautiful vibrant red leaf plants I’m surrounded by a fog of nostalgia. It reminds me of a very soon – to approach Christmas. The reds, greens and tiny dots of yellows, forms a very easy combination of a Christmas time, and immediately gushes me with the warm memories of a past Christmas.
As a child, our school would close for winter vacation around the 20th or 23rd of December. Before going on a long vacation, each one of us would take time to neatly tear a blank sheet of paper and draw (at the best) our own interpretation of Christmas.
That would be our Christmas cards; although, in the later years making of cards were substituted with buying read made cards.
Where my artists friends drew candles and cakes, I drew these red and green leaves with golden balls at the center. I don’t know what made them smile, but looking at their happy faces I felt happy, too.
At home these plants used to stay in a nice big pot. With the arrival of Christmas, Mr Red And Green Plant used to get a complete make over. I, along with the entire gang of siblings, used to decorate the plant with colourful streamers and balloons. On Christmas eve, we loved bursting and playing with those balloons. Of course, the streamers were spared as they would be reused the next time.