a very small grief

The plant died while I was in Jaipur for four days. I had left it on the balcony thinking the rain would water it. The rain did not materialize. When I came back it was past saving. It was a pothos. Pothos are famous for being impossible to kill. I killed it. I threw it out and cleaned the pot and put the pot away. Then stood in the kitchen for a moment. It's a plant. It's fine. These things happen. Still.