I'm a clear glass jar. When you brought me home, I was full of sweet, flavourful strawberry jam. When the last of the jam had been scraped out and finished, I thought my fate was sealed. I would be trash. However, like many Indian homes, you decided to keep me, and just like that, you saved my life. Ah! Sustainability and reuse!
However, I feel
like a nomad. One day, I’m sitting on your kitchen shelf, filled with some
aromatic masala or pickle; the next, I’m chilling in your fridge full of homemade hummus
or letting your oats have a good overnight soak. Then I find myself in your
closet in a piggy bank avatar. Who am I? I’m suffering from a full-blown
identity crisis.
Then I get
pushed to the back of beyond for months, lost and forgotten, and suddenly, when
you’re on a cleaning mission, you rediscover me and hug me like a long-lost
friend and give me prime importance in your kitchen.
On the kitchen
shelf, when I'm labelled neatly, I feel important and organised. Without a
label, I feel disoriented and am left guessing like you. You expect chilli
powder, but it's 'bottle masala' (your signature community masala). They share
the same fiery red hue. I watch you and say to myself, "Well, it's not my
fault." You keep me away from the reach of the kids. I’ve heard you hiss,
“Be careful," more times than I can count.
I like being
useful. I don’t complain, even when I’m empty. I know I will be filled.
I may be simple
and transparent, but I hold things that are important to you, and that makes me
happy.
Is there an object in your home that follows the same fate as the jar?
This post is part of the Blogchatter A2Z 2026 challenge
I can relate to the fate of many such jars in my house. They get reused, repurposed and when the shelf gets too cluttered, they are discarded or given away. What an interesting take on J!
ReplyDeleteI do appreciate you stopping by, Ankita.
DeleteThat was quite an interesting POV from a jar. Yes, my home has so many such jars reused because of their beauty, sustainability, and requirement. I could relate to all the stages the jar goes through in a home 😅
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you Pinkii. Glad that the post resonates with you.
ReplyDeleteThere are earthen jars in my kitchen, used only in the season of mangoes. They must be feeling lonely for most part of the year.
ReplyDeleteI think all Indian homes have these glass jars. I never throw the glass ones. My kitchen is now all glass. I loved the way you spoke in place of the jar. I am sure every jar has its own story.
ReplyDeleteThat's interesting, as I started reading it I thought what is it about jar, and I loved reading it. I too have different jars at my home.
ReplyDeleteTalking of jars in the kitchen, my father was very particular that they are all appropriately labelled. That's something he has carried forward from his days in the Chemistry lab.
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