'Glass' Bangles!

Colorful glass bangles lined up the store; with their bright rainbow hues would weave 'magic' into my curiosity.

Transparent, pure and vulnerable!

Maa would drag me ahead, mostly imposing a warning---

"Manu, ota toh kaancher, sigghri bhengejaabe aar tui jotno korte jaanis na (they break easily and you can't take care of them). First! boro hote hobe..(you need to grow up)" :)

But my eyes... they would remain glued to them. I could never get enough of them. 

And then unfortunately, I grew up! :P

Finally I could buy my glass bangles, of various hues and lustre! :) And true to Maa's words, they would break easily. Everytime it did, my sky would get clouded with sorrow.

Likewise, my life too had almost been a replica of those glass bangles. Well! truth to be admitted : I really do not know which one of them was a reflection of the other.

                 Life or Glass Bangles? :)

I would never miss an opportunity to shower respect, love, kindness to people surrounding me. Though misunderstandings  would sometimes creep in, I never hesitated to reconcile. 

Sometimes, I would be deeply hurt but I could never express that. Sometimes, my inability to bare those wounds were also taken advantage of. And sometimes, I would just be scared to show them in the first place. 

My closest of friends would warn me, (like Maa did in childhood):

   " Not everyone deserves your emotional, empathetic side. Times have changed, people have moved on, this world is different. Be cautious and take care of that precious heart of yours lest it remains scarred forever!"

Those words did make sense. Alas! I never paid heed and continuously ended up getting maimed. Simultaneously, I never preserved those lessons. To make things worst, I would again rent out myself to connect to grieved ones, lost souls,etc.

Compassion is the air I breathe in and out. I can't pretend not to care and my heart never forgets to be kind. (Not my fault actually! :D)

I did try to replace the bangles with the metal ones : hard, durable, costly, strong.

But I always missed out on the life that my glass bangles carried.

Limits : Well, those are good for calculus!

I decided no matter how many times it breaks, I would be patient and compassionate with its every vulnerability :) with its every uncertainty :) and its scattered pieces...

         My glass bangles & my heart.