The Dry Flower String Lights

Ok,so the story really started 5 years ago in Bangkok.After my 10th board exams,me and my parents went to Bangkok for vacation.
It was a dual purpose trip,dad had some work in Yangon (Rangoon) in Burma,officially known as the Union of Myanmar,so he clubbed it with Bangkok so that i can't nag him for an year that he has not taken us out for any vacation...


Malls there were huge,you could buy nice watches for 300 baht or nice bags or phone accessories of very good quality but at low prices and there were other many unique things

There was a stall that was selling beautiful dry flowers.These were different from the ones we generally saw in India that time.Warm colors,maroon,yellow,brown...thin texture,details of leaf's veins...

The best feature was that they could change shape,if you press them together they would close and if you wanted them to look all full and blossomed up,you could do that too.

The way of doing so was the most interesting one.You had to spray water on it.And when you did the flowers would open again...

While the sales girl was explaining all this and while my parents were busy bargaining ( just the way in which Russell Peter's describes in this act between Indian and a Chinese shopkeeper ''BE A MAN'' lol ) i had my eyes set on these strings lights made of same material.

Yellow lights,nude color flowers and green colored wire...

It was expensive i remember,which made it difficult for me to ask my parents to buy it for me.
They are gonna think am silly,so much for just these lights,you get lights for 100 or 200 rs during Diwali,forget the money part,why would you any ways want them? they would ask i thought...

And generally also if you think too much,it becomes a little difficult to ask your parent to buy something.

We went away,but i kept going to the same stall,the sales girl knew i had my eye on it and she was just waiting for me to call out to it,as she get sparing water on the flowers to attract me more.

Finally i gathered courage to ask my mom to see it and if she approves then buy it.After a few initial troubles we finally brought.

As soon as we came back home,they were the first thing that i got out of my bag.
They were all pressed and closed.I sprayed water on them and they opened up again.
I had put these string of lights on the corners of my dressing table in my room.I would make sure to light it put when someone would come to our home.
It was in my room for a long time,until mom decided that it looks shabby and its difficult to manage as it gets all dirty with layers of dirt on it.

She we took them off  to clear it and kept them somewhere from where it was difficult to find them.But after a long search,i found them today in the store room on the terrace.

And as i got it down to my room,my mom's first reaction was ''now don't put this in your room again,they don't look nice''

I said nothing,nor did she say anything because she knew it,that am gonna put them put again.

And yes i did! but changed its resting location.Now it was up on the pelmet...

This place is better,its more structured i think now.Hammered few oil pins too keep it in line and to support it to help resist the anarchy of gravity...

It feels like its looking upon me...

In my room,these are my stars,this is my Venus,this is my guiding light.

These will give the feeling of protection when they will glow at night as i sleep,this will give me the feeling of light in my life...

Right now sitting in my room,with my laptop in front of me and these lights on the left side,i look at them repeatedly and yes! i like what i see.

The room is dark with only these lights,i can hear the cricket by my window side as i lower the volume of my laptop playing ''The song Sound of Silence''

''Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence''


''The sound of silence'' by Simon and Garfunkel