Sighs for an Egg

To feel utterly helpless to do anything, that's a very demoralizing feeling. I was momentarily rendered to that state just now as I was busy unpacking the things that I brought along with me from home. I saw an egg break. Sigh. I caused the egg to break. Deeper sigh.

I'm not sure what exactly happened, but it must be a slip my fingers as I was in the midst to place it in fridge. I think I heard a crack sound, before that. Maybe I hit the freezer handle first, which in turn lead to the instability of the egg in my hand. Sigh. My klutziness. Bigger sigh.

It was not that I stood still and let it fall. I did try to save it. My hands were trying very hard to grapple the egg , to save it from waste. Even though I felt a panic wave beginning to spread over me, I did try. If ever there was a moment that I wanted to have calm nerves and steady hands, that would have been the moment. I felt so helpless as seeing it dance in my clumsy hands, and only managed to break the full-speed of falling. Not stopping the fall. Poor egg. Poor, poor egg.

At the moment it hit solid ground and started pouring out some of it's slimy protein with the oh-so yellow yolk, I let out a cry of frustration. I had never felt so strongly about breaking an egg before. It was a kampung egg. Supposedly more nutritious and a healthier option from the 'normal' egg. The reputation makes it more pricey. My mother bought 10 of them so that I may bring some with me. The egg was meant to be half-boiled for my breakfast, in the days to come. I brought along with me only 3 eggs and just like that, down with 2! Poor, unfortunate egg, reduced to a slimy heap on floor, unable to contribute to my growth and expansion. Poor, poor egg.

Clumsy, clumsy me! Sigh. How could I be so clumsy..? Bigger sigh.