The creeper in the bottle

I feel like inanimate objects have a conscience.They know exactly what we do when nobody is looking.We are our true selves with them. As a child, I used to play 'antakshari' with the walls in my bathroom. I would sing to them ,talk to them, whilst having a shower.My bathroom walls know my deep insecurities.They know how I contemplate every morning in the shower to go to the office or call in sick.They know how I cringe every time I think of an unpleasant memory from school.I know they judge me behind my back. They make fun of my tone deaf voice.They must be sick of my monologues of self doubt.I don't sing to them anymore. I don't discuss my insecurities with them anymore.They appear so opinionated and aloof.

It was during one of my evening strolls to the terrace that I found a beer bottle that my brother and his friend had left behind, after one of their new year celebrations.I brought it with me ,washed it, filled it with 3/4th of water and placed a stem of the money plant(also known as Ceylon creeper/silver vine) in it.It now resides in one corner of my window sill. The next day when a new leaf sprouted, I thought it really liked this shift -from the long balcony railing to a little corner in my room. Every morning I woke up,I was excited to see it.The creeper felt so inviting, so unassuming, so resilient. It just continued its purpose of living no matter what the circumstances put it into. But then I discovered, that's how these creepers are .In fact,they are called 'devil's vine' because it is almost impossible to kill them and they can even grow in dark. It practically doesn't even need sunlight to grow and flourish.

And I don't know why but it inspires me everyday-to fight, to survive,to grow- come what may.It has become my new confidante.I tell it my goals, my dreams, my aspirations, my insecurities.Sometimes it listens ,sometimes it just peers at the banana plant outside my window -maybe discussing its journey from up in the balcony to my room down here.