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PEBBLED GLASS
July 19, 2009
July 15, 2009
She placed another pebble in the crystal bowl. It’s almost halfway full. Someday she’s going to place a small plant in it to thrive. It will be an elegant centerpiece on top of a polished wooden brown table. And she would serve guests with tea on a white porcelain glass and they would come around the table for a chat. They will giggle and share about the men that woed them and those that broke their hearts. They will toast to single independent women that they are. Some will toast for a happy married life. Some of them will complement how great the tea is done; others will notice how beautiful the glass centerpiece is. But everyone would think of it as just a work of art that serves to please the aesthetic sense. And only she would know the story behind those growing pebbles in that delicate crystal.
She would smile for that secret. And just as the plant that awaits to find its rightful place with those pebbles one day, she too awaits for something special. She waits for someone to tell her their love is possible. That it could thrive. Until the day he breaks the thin silence that separates them from being together, only those polished stones shall hear her affection in a faint whisper. Every time she wants to tell him she loves him, she would drop a pebble in that bowl. That growing pebbled bowl is her own growing affection. “One of these days,” she would say “he’ll take my hand and tell me something that we’ve not been brave to admit.” And they will not simply look at each other with more than just an interesting glance. And when they are finally together, only those polished stones would bear witness of that love she had for so long kept. They would remind her of that beautiful secret. She would smile and no one would understand how truly beautiful that pebbled centerpiece they are looking at. Not even he, who caught her heart in a glimpse.
