Autobiography Of A ROSE

Hi, I am a rose, you all know me for my fragrance, for my beauty and for my will power about how I survive with the thorns. But have you ever heard how difficult it is for me at times when humans step in my life.

Especially at this time when love is in the air, suddenly when my demand shoots up. everyone is after me, for love they choose me red, for friendship they chose me yellow, for propose they like me pink and for peace they need me white. My demand sometimes surprises me.

Today let me narrate my heart feelings to you before you choose me to express your feelings to someone else.

Once I had been send to a family secretly, unfortunately instead of the designated person, I landed up in hands of her father. Without looking at me once, he shredded me into pieces. My beauty and fragrance was judged on the basis of the name written on the card. I got so frightened that my shredded pieces were shivering with a gentle wind. Soon I was collected with a broom and thrown in a large bin along with rotten food and peels. My fragrance fought really hard to sustain but within few hours of battle I gave up. I laid quietly in that bin suffocated and exhausted. I missed the sun, my garden my space. It was too claustrophobic to stay here till when I was unaware.

Next time I was been handed over in very soft hands, this girl, softly kept me in her golden diary pages. I was very glad as I would be lying safely and undisturbed for coming days. Days went by, no I even forgot to keep the count. I became like Indian papad, yet was not opened. The pressure of this diary chocked me from both sides. One day she opened me and touched me and soon her tears would drenched me. for Once I thought she was crying to see the pathetic state of mine, but then I understood the relation ship has changed between the receiver and the sender. Damn! I am like a old memory lane for her.

Soon I started loathing myself for this. I always wanted to be a reason for a smile to others but here my position was misjudged totally. I was getting pilled on with the heaviness of tears. I still lie there quietly, its been ages since I am not been visited. I think I have been misplaced by her. Now my destiny is bounded with this diary. I am still trying to decompose and go back to my mother earth. But seems no luck. Imagine, you been locked up in a room for ages, initially you have visitors but soon you are totally neglected and forgotten by the world around you. How would you feel?

So what next would be the place where I could find contentment and joy. I kept my journey on.

Next life, I found a place in the beautiful bouquet of a gorgeous queen. I was so glad this time as I was set for an amazing journey. I was very affirmative with this one.

As soon as I touched her soft hands I felt so relaxed. I thought finally I have landed up in the safest zone. I was been placed on a huge side table. The queen and her ladies in waiting could not stop glancing at me. I was the center of attraction in the big hall. They would smile looking at me, giving me a feeling of satisfaction.

But within a jiff of days, I lost my charm, my withered leaves were no more an attraction for any one. But why don't humans understand that aging is a normal process and everyone undergoes it. I am sure you humans also age with time, but do you ignore each other in this phase? After few hours a lady came and grabbed me and threw me in a big packet of trash. once again I was in company of other waste products. 

After travelling miles, I reached a place called landfill. This place smelled worst of all smells. I laid there quietly among various rotten item. So many times dogs, pigs wild cats etc. moved over me, burring me deeper into the heap of garbage. 

It took me time to realize my faith and destiny. I came at a truce with my current situation. But to my surprise the day I surrendered to acceptance, a process of self decomposition initiated within me. I started to decompose and mother earth was dissolving me gradually with time. It was this soil that gave me birth, it was this soil that nourished me throughout, but once I was been plucked I got fascinated by the wealth of life and soon as the reality checked happened, I went back to my mother earth. she dint dejected me for my looks, for my withered leaves and my stinking smell. Finally my urge for a better place died for ever. In all my next lives, I just wish to be in my garden, touched up by the gentle hand of earth and the huge sky with a bright sun giving me warmth and life.

I wish I am never plucked by humans just for a single occasion of love and proposals and then thrown away with time. I would love to stay in a close relationship with my mother Earth and with time get dissolved in it, repaying a tribute to her.