Mending with gold!

Copa Americana/ Europa ended my house with my pretty football planter breaking into smithereens, thanks to a free kick by B!

In my anxiety to save the Christmas Cactus, I forgot to shout and the offender slipped away.

As I was clearing the mounds of soil and trying to salvage the other plants, in walks the other one. At least he helped to clear, repot and give some advice.

- Arre fele dao eita. Notun keno.

- I belong to that generation who try to mend, before throwing something away!

Philosophy!

- Tahole Dendrite use koro! Lagane, inhale korbe, nesha hobe!!!!

I learn... Joto deen banchi, totodeen shikhi!!!!

The offender is back now that he realizes the decibels are low and the mood is not exploding!

- Tai bhalo! Tai bhalo!

To what? Fixing or nesha? 😷

I read somewhere, in Japan they pour gold in the cracks... Forgotten why.

I filled the cracks / used Fevicol ( because I love everything that has elephants as symbol)

And not everything is worth the effort of mending. That's a metaphor!

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Being an eagle mum!

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A holiday with self :)

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