You can waste your life drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.

The case of the forgotten flowers

Sanity at my bedside
Every morning I wake up and hope to look at the fresh flowers that sit by my bedside. Whether they are the cheerful carnations that I had picked up on my way home or the velvet roses my husband gave me for my birthday, they might be long like the chrysanthemum or short and spread out like the petunia, I love it when my bedside table is adorned with a tasteful bunch.

The flowers maybe vibrant, colorful flowerets or a cluster of plain white lilies. Flowers in my living space make my mornings lovely and the rest of the day bearable. When I go to sleep, while watching them in the soft glow of the table lamp they seem to divinely assure me of a good night sleep.

Same goes for the ones on the dinning table downstairs, they stand in large cut glass vase which was a gift from my sister in law. Oh yes, the vase hardly ever went bare ever since she gave it to me. All is sweet till the efflorescence lasts. After weeks of exuding warmth and joy in my home the petals start showing a darker tint of color on their outer sides and on the white flowers there appears a light rusty brown shade that starts sucking away all the beauty of the soft petals…my flowers start withering. And after all that joy that these over bloomed buds bought into my life I tend to ignore them as they turn a shade darker every passing day. Trying to keep up with everyday work I just manage to catch a glance of the drooping stems in the murky water, till finally they become an eyesore to the spot they had once flattered. And sometimes quite few days go by till I get enough time to pull them out of the vase and shove them into the bin, wash up the vase and set it up on the table all ready to for another bouquet of flowers.

Well, human beings are selfish and that is a point that has been proven by a dozen others before me. I always keep getting new ones and enjoy them while they last. While putting in a fresh assemblage I do think to atleast give them a respectful disposal while they still wither and not when they had completely rot in the molded water. But procrastination spreads out its tarrying wings and once again it becomes the case of the forgotten flowers. Although, there have been many times when I did take them out and punctually got replacements too. But it often happens that the vase is set aside to adjust an extra soup bowl on the dinner table or a few extra bedtime readings on the side table. At times like these the vase merges into the oblivion and the flowers…well, they stay a little more than they usually have to owing to my perfect inattention. 🙂


Crazy about it!!


Double Rainbows :)


  1. Shilpa

    🙂 hahaha 🙂

    That was a funny read and so true with so many thing in life.

    I liked the line “While putting in a fresh assemblage I do think to atleast give them a respectful disposal while they still wither and not when they had completely rot in the molded water”

    Keep up the good work!


  2. Thanks Shilpa!!

    And I too think it applies to many things in life. Simple day to day chores or maybe important decissions. If we initially delay it, it just gets more and more delayed. It is my tendecy and I am guilty of it as well as others.

  3. Saima

    Beautiful are the ways, you describe the simple things in life:-)
    Keep them coming!

  4. Very Nice to Meet You :-)I am glad you are coming to tea! Please feel free to grab the invite and post it on your blog~invite all of your friends~ the more the merrier~ we will be visiting.Sharon @

  5. Thanks Saima, for your lovely comment. Keep them coming too!! 🙂

  6. Areej

    Simply loved it !

  7. Parul

    Hi! Arhama …. Read your piece of writing it was marvellous. By the way, am a friend of Areej. We hang around and she talks a lot about you. You have endeavoured to pass on a deep message through the example of flowers… Nice…Keep it up!

  8. Nice, neat work! Happy I came by your page first to have digested this!

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