The big farmhouse which was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Murthy was a beautiful one. It had a huge garden and was also the place where i was born. It was my home, ‘MY SWEET HOME’.
I was fortunate enough to be born in a family which lived in this farmhouse instead of any other house, roadside. Mrs. Murthy had a keen interest in all the families living here and used to take special care of everyone. She used to monitor each and every move of all the members of any of the families with great love and care. Helping them in anything and everything which they required for their blossoming to the full like a mother, who does all for her kids without wanting anything in return. This passion of hers was worth huge appreciation. Everyday families were fed with water, natural sunlight and yes not to forget an occasional special feast of minerals which was a boost for everyone. It helped all grow more & turn into a big huge bunch.
When i first opened my eyes in this world on an early spring Sunday morning i was surrounded by my whole family and also many relatives. Some were old & ageing, some young & dashing in their full youth & some of my age just the newborns. I had lot of neighbours too all with different colours & great personalities. I immediately got connected to everyone including Mrs. Murthy who had just paid a visit to me during her morning walk around the farmhouse and was elated to see me.
The very same hour, sun was in its full glory now, i saw a beautiful rose bud few pots from ours dancing here & there to the tune of cool breeze blowing around. She was pink in colour. I couldn't stop myself turning again and again to look at her beautiful face which had turned brighter with sun shining directly on her. Oh my ! It was love at first sight. Yes love at first sight and not just for me but for her too as she also reciprocated to my fondness for her. Within the very next hour she opened up more into a full flower so did i. It was the bloom of Romanticism. Now she looked a dazzling beauty very hard to resist.
But I being Dendrobium, a member of diverse genus of orchids and she Rose, belonging to the genus Rosa within the family of Rosaceae our union was impossible. Still we were happy with as little as this satisfaction that we could at least look at each other from a distance for the whole day and night. Talk to each other from our hearts without anyone speaking a word and easily understanding what the other is saying. I was looking into her eyes from that very distance of ours and admiring her angelic smile that suddenly she was plucked . I was horror struck and before i could react i was also met with the same fate as she was. Now she was in a different basket together with other members of her family and i was in a different one, with some of my family members. Being born in Mrs. Murthy’s farmhouse something of this sought was not expected at all. She had taken care of her families since years and some of her members being plucked like this was out of question. Some outsider secretly came and committed the sin of which we both had to bear the brunt. My heart was crying badly. Was our journey of togetherness this small i thought. Those dreams of being there standing tall and loving her till i wither away and die were shattered. I am sure my sweetheart was also feeling the same at that moment. One of my brothers who had bloomed just a day before me and was also plucked, had sensed my feelings. He said man makes use of them so many times for his own purposes but they never regret or make any fuss about it. In fact they are happy that even though the age of their lives reduce by many folds and they die in a day or two after being separated from their branches but at least their lives make someone smile and laugh. But today he wanted to curse these men for not understanding that even nature has feelings. Every aspect of it. And separating the two in love was even worse. We both will now be sold for a meager amount to someone for some purpose. May be in some church or temple for offering prayers, some birthday celebration, marriage procession or on a grave. I don’t know where and how but it was very clear that we will not be able to see each other again. The baskets full of those sweet members, though not as sweet now, were no more the part of their families in Mrs. Murthy’s garden. We were sold to a florist. But as they say God takes from one hand and gives you with another ‘Something Big and Better’. That Something was given to both of us. That something wonderfully destined for us was still to come. Both the families (Orchids and Roses ) were mixed by the florist. He created a beautiful Garland out of all of us and guess what i was pierced and placed next to my love, my Rose. Now we both could not only see each other but also our bodies were in touch too. Our souls became one and I was married to her. I couldn't have asked for better than this before i was dead. The Garland was worn by a beautiful bride who looked stunning standing next to his Groom. Both bride and groom smiled looking at each other.
But I being Dendrobium, a member of diverse genus of orchids and she Rose, belonging to the genus Rosa within the family of Rosaceae our union was impossible. Still we were happy with as little as this satisfaction that we could at least look at each other from a distance for the whole day and night. Talk to each other from our hearts without anyone speaking a word and easily understanding what the other is saying. I was looking into her eyes from that very distance of ours and admiring her angelic smile that suddenly she was plucked . I was horror struck and before i could react i was also met with the same fate as she was. Now she was in a different basket together with other members of her family and i was in a different one, with some of my family members. Being born in Mrs. Murthy’s farmhouse something of this sought was not expected at all. She had taken care of her families since years and some of her members being plucked like this was out of question. Some outsider secretly came and committed the sin of which we both had to bear the brunt. My heart was crying badly. Was our journey of togetherness this small i thought. Those dreams of being there standing tall and loving her till i wither away and die were shattered. I am sure my sweetheart was also feeling the same at that moment. One of my brothers who had bloomed just a day before me and was also plucked, had sensed my feelings. He said man makes use of them so many times for his own purposes but they never regret or make any fuss about it. In fact they are happy that even though the age of their lives reduce by many folds and they die in a day or two after being separated from their branches but at least their lives make someone smile and laugh. But today he wanted to curse these men for not understanding that even nature has feelings. Every aspect of it. And separating the two in love was even worse. We both will now be sold for a meager amount to someone for some purpose. May be in some church or temple for offering prayers, some birthday celebration, marriage procession or on a grave. I don’t know where and how but it was very clear that we will not be able to see each other again. The baskets full of those sweet members, though not as sweet now, were no more the part of their families in Mrs. Murthy’s garden. We were sold to a florist. But as they say God takes from one hand and gives you with another ‘Something Big and Better’. That Something was given to both of us. That something wonderfully destined for us was still to come. Both the families (Orchids and Roses ) were mixed by the florist. He created a beautiful Garland out of all of us and guess what i was pierced and placed next to my love, my Rose. Now we both could not only see each other but also our bodies were in touch too. Our souls became one and I was married to her. I couldn't have asked for better than this before i was dead. The Garland was worn by a beautiful bride who looked stunning standing next to his Groom. Both bride and groom smiled looking at each other.
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