My photoframed image of Van Gogh’s painting given by a dear friend was sitting on the floor for two days, thinking it was just one of the rental bills.

The green mango I so eagerly demanded and happened to be left-over from an out-of-town trip turned a bit yellowish to rotten after being untouched for a week.

I crave for a thing and when I finally get it, ends up unnoticed. Then I crave for another one and who knows if the same thing happens. The reverse cycle of irony is that, something or someone seems so dear but as soon as its gone, that’s when the real price surfaces. True for me too.