Glass

I broke a glass today and it's pieces scattered on the carpet. Since I spend most of my time on the carpet, I had to clean the mess right away. I had no idea how to do that. The damage was much more than I anticipated. 

Well, a glass slipped from my hands last week too. After the second accident today, i decided to go back to water bottles. 

Picking up the bigger pieces is not that tough. It never is. It's the finer bits that are trouble. 

As I successfully collected all the broken pieces, I was kind of proud of myself. Why do people make a big deal out of this! I noticed bits of glass shining on the carpet. It's nothing. Let me clean it. 

I carefully touched the carpet. It felt grainy. I don't like it. Bits of glass scattered on a surface - I have felt it before. I don't like it.

Focusing on the problem at hand I try to pick the bits. I was extra cautious but a very small piece still managed to pierce my skin. Each passing moment took me step by step towards the farther and darker side of my memory lane. My finger bled only a little but it hurt a lot. Have glass cuts always been this painful? 

It's been 18 odd years since I met with that accident. I remember the broken glass. Why do I not remember the pain then? Maybe I have picked up the bigger pieces.

I used a brush to further clean my carpet. Since then whatever surface has felt grainy under my fingers, I have taken it for glass. And aggressively tried to clean it. 

I remember I used to feel glass pieces on my clothes, my skin, my hair. And aggressively tried to clean it. I think it's clean now. 

I have put a band aid on the cut now and am looking for plastic cups online. Why you ask?

Maybe because I still have the smaller pieces to pick.