It all started with a meticulously planned short trip or rather a journey within journeys . It commenced with beautiful and normal exchanges of smiles . Each particle around us was dancing to the tune of crests and troughs of air filled with positive energy. Particles are intelligent and quick to decode the connection between strings of heart and nerves of cerebrum .
Joyous ride began and came to conclusion(seemingly :p) with every plan twisted earnestly for her exquisite smile :) . I remember last meeting in an awesome ambiance with her favorite Indian delicacies , she was content. Everything was luscious(for me for sure ) and planning seemed almost just . But the particles were now dancing slowly , anxiously and suspiciously .Why ? What has happened ? Did they sense something not very positive ? or were they just following strings of her heart. Particles were bewildered.
Then came the day to wish adieu . Particles wished and I vehemently followed . Rose, allegory of something special was waiting in my temporary possession .This particular flower had no idea about thousands of other flowers blossoming around . This rose is here, here and now, uniquely offering itself to divine expression . Particles were gleeful for their reign was unassailable .
Rose traveled , from temporary possession(s) to its permanent owner . Particles were again anxious , for they were worried about feelings of those ‘loud and fresh’ red petals .Petals were somehow surviving , yearning for renaissance in their new possession .
Upon seeing the rose , it came to her mind a mundane feeling . She murmured and whispered to her own cerebrum , ‘seen thousands before’ . Particles were quick to sense and shout ‘What have those thousands got to do with this one’ . They retorted again ‘ The rose present , here and now, is joyful because it does not compare itself with many others’. Mark Twain rightly said ’Comparison is death of joy’ .
Particles were not happy, because this time they felt betrayed by their own preconceived notions . Beautiful journey of a living flower goes into waste by blurred vision of modern human .