Glass held so many wonderful memories for me.
I remember that glass figurine that Papa gifted me. She used to dance to Beethoven's symphony. I remember that glass aquarium we went where we could see the fishes floating over and around us. I also remember that glass cave in the park where there were trees and butterflies etched.
But today with the shattering with the lamp all those memories were shattered. My husband had thrown that lamp towards me. I had ducked and there was the sound of shattering of glass. All my memories, all those pretty illusions of happiness were shattered. There was nothing left-just a gaping certainty that my marriage has ended and a need to get out of this relation.