The Next Morning...

I ventured to the nursery today on a quest for the elusive bright pink flower pot I had been dreaming of for my window. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that the pink pot was nowhere to be found—just like my motivation to exercise! So, I settled for a rather ordinary plant with white flowers. I guess when life hands you lemons, you just go ahead and plant a white flower instead! After all, when you can't find what you want, you might as well embrace your inner “average” and celebrate the mundane!

I returned home and proudly set the plant on the windowsill, giving it the best seat in the house. Honestly, I wished I could replace those boring white flowers that are supposed to bloom tomorrow with some fabulous pink orchids. But this desire of mine was going to remain unfulfilled forever, I guessed. 

The next morning, as I was sheepishly led to the windowsill by an unexplainable smell, I found myself absolutely perplexed at the sight of some beautiful, bright pink orchids that could even make a Sikkimese garden jealous. The flowers, so splendid, were beaming in glory at the windowsill, flaunting those velvety petals like lovelorn butterflies. But...that rotten smell... it was unbearable.

Well, the dormant Einstein mind of mine could never be defeated, could it be? It peeped now and then, at times of such grave situations, like tackling rotten smells. I immediately went to my parlour and got my favourite Room Freshener, but no, that unfathomable stench was not going anywhere; it had made up its mind for permanent settlement, there on that flower. But no, my ego was stronger than its uncanny power, so I again fetched the bottle of Lancome Miracle, totally overlooking the fact that how many dresses I had to let go of my ever-increasing to-buy list, to actually buy the perfume.

And a generous amount of spray all over the plant- hoping that the bottle of Miracle could bring some miracle at that moment....but no, that stench...that unruly, untamable, un..un..whatever smell wouldn't nudge a bit. I needed some caffeine intake at that moment...come on, even Einstein needed a breather. I made myself the bitterest cup of coffee one can ever imagine in their wildest of nightmarish dreams. 

And again, Einstein got recharged for the next experimental adventure. I got some coffee beans from the kitchen...a fair amount of it, actually, that could have kept away any curious cats out of my house's vicinity. Should the beans be buried in the soil like they're on a secret mission, or just thrown on top like they're too cool for the dirt? Ah, the timeless dilemma: to plant or not to plant—it's like "to be or not to be"-only the bean version. "Why not double the effect of those coffee beans by burying half a portion and placing the rest on top?" You got brains, girl...could anyone be smarter than me...huh!"

But dampening all my hopes of emerging as the smartest of all, that smell was determined to not leave me...what options were I left with to tackle its Samurai strength!! "Come on, Sherlock, you can do it," encouraged my ego-bent, hurt, punched, but still not defeated. My Sherlock mind, now, had taken the next step..." What if I cut those leaves? Who knows, those might be the real culprits, and not the flowers."

I spotted the biggest pair of scissors I could find- practically a weapon! I sliced through all the leaves- after all, they were the stinky intruders! But no, that smell wasn’t going anywhere, like a stubborn guest that refused to take the hint and leave the party! 

Exhausted, I sat down for a deep dive inside me this time, no, not to wake the sleeping Sherlock and Einsteins..in fact, to find out what really needed to be done, instead of feeding my ever-increasing ego. What was I doing since the morning...wasting my time over some pretty flowers, those that were not even supposed to be there, the ones that had snatched my peace from me since they had bloomed, the ones that had simply turned me into a maniac. No, it's not worth it.. leave alone my bottle of Lancome Miracle. 

Without thinking more, I swiftly placed the pot inside the same brown paper bag that it came in and headed straight towards the nursery. Now, the Fast & Furious mind of mine was racing toward the keeper of the nursery for an upcoming tornado. I went to him straight and placed the whole thing in his hand. " What have you given? What is this plant? It stinks like dead rats."

The perplexed nursery-keeper took out the brown paper and looked at me with doubtful eyes, " What's wrong with it, Ma'am?"I looked at it and almost passed out at what I saw. " It was the same plant that I got from him yesterday, and there were no pink orchids to be seen, and no stink attached to it, either. " But those pink flowers, and the stench!!" I fumbled. 

"Ma'am, you might have been mistaken. It's fine. Shall I give you something else instead?" By this time, I am sure he was confident that I had left my brains somewhere else. I thought for a while and settled for a good old moneyplant. What more can it bring, at the most, some extra money in my bank!! 

I reached home and placed the pot on the same windowsill. 

And the next morning.....

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