Sometimes na, something you see for years does not ring a bell and suddenly when life teaches you a new lesson, you start seeing the same thing so differently.

You see, there has been a lot of redevelopment on @ my home.

Carpentry, Mason, painting and polishing; and each of them bear my designer stamp. Each has my touch in it.

Now it so happened that for my passage wall, I chose Honey Mustard colour. But the shade turned out to be too light on the wall. So I asked the painters to darken it, to which they said I’d have to choose another shade. “Good for me” I thought. “Least that way I get to play with another colour”. The shade 2 I chose was a cold coffee colour. Now, I thought, since we are anyways gonna repaint the wall, might as well give it an artistic touch. For the next two hours, I made patches on the wall with tapes (4 full roles) so that after two coats were applied and the tapes removed, my wall would look like a stone wall.

Two coats later:

I enthusiastically reached home and begin peeling off the tapes. To my shock, the paint begin to peel along with it; not all of it, but at some places. And that sure spoilt the whole show. When the chief painter came, he kept telling me as to “how he had told me this would happen”. I shrugged him off and told him to include the extra cost in the bill, which he sure did. Mom was pretty upset with my hard work going down the drain but I reassured her. “At least I tried” I said and “least we know how it looks”. She smiled in agreement.

Realised that some situations in life are like sugarcane juice. You don’t get the whole thing. Once the juice is extracted, just the pulp remains. Does this mean that we crib on the loss of the pulp and not enjoy the juice? Certainly not, I learnt.

As I typed this, I realised how this holds true for failed relationships as well. Just cause they failed does not mean there were no beautiful moments in it.

So what if I had it not full,

At least I had it some.