I bought a jar of toffees.

Four of us had them

Whenever we needed something sweet to munch

One day, I saw the empty jar

It found a place in the corner of the home

Where rubbish is kept.

Looking at the empty jar

An idea came to my mind

And I told it to my sister.

She smiled, and said “Yes! Let’s do it!”

She brought her colors and brushes

I brought my quilled papers

We took the jar from that corner

Washed its dust with water

The jar looked fresh and clean

My sister started painting

She made some floral designs,

Then painted some beautiful vines.

She added colors to some of the blank spaces,

And kept a bulk of them untouched.

“Why didn’t you color those places?” I asked.

“Let’s keep some places of the jar skin blank,

Because I have something in my mind.”

I smiled at her as I knew

the jar was going to look beautiful,

Either way, if colored full or half.

I wrapped the mouth of the jar with quilled papers,

And added a few little hearts at the bottom surface.

Then, we kept the renewed jar on the balcony

The colors needed time to be dried.

As evening came,

My sister brought the fairy lights from her bag.

She put the curled lights inside the jar

And lightened them up.

The glow of the jar spread in the room

To my sister’s face and mine

We looked at the jar of light in awe

And remembered where it was in the morning

And where it came to this evening

How a useless, empty jar

Glowed in the darkroom

Like a beacon of hope.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)