CUP OF CHAI

The broken glass pieces on the floor reminded me of someone. They looked tired, scattered...a little helpless....a little careless too. Just lying there quietly, as if they had no strength left to hold themselves together. They weren’t always like this. When they were whole, they were different - strong, useful and even comforting.

What changed them? I kept staring at the floor, and all I could think about was how quickly things fall apart.....Just like time. Just like today, when I accidentally dropped a cup of chai from my hand.

It was warm when I held it. I could feel its warmth in my palms. In that moment, it felt nice...like something was right and yet it slipped. It hit the ground and broke. The chai spilled everywhere. The warmth was gone in seconds and I kept wondering… did it slip because it couldn’t hold anymore? Or because I couldn’t?

Maybe that’s how it works. Maybe everything that’s too full reaches a point where it can’t stay in anymore.....Like eyes filled with tears. No matter how strong you are at some point, they overflow.

So when I looked at those broken glass pieces, they reminded me of someone. Someone who was once full. Once warm. Once held with care......But now... just lying there. Quietly. In pieces