Dry Vs Fresh Rose

Mira found an old rose in her mom’s storybook. She was surprised. Her mom was monstrous in front of loved couples. She hated love songs, love stories, everything related to love. Her mom never married and adopted her when she was 6 months old. She was curious and decided to ask mom the mystery behind that dry flower.

She was an apple of her mom’s eyes. She was her world. Her mom was never angry with her whatever the situation be. She was confident that her mom would not disappoint a 20-year-old daughter. She waited eagerly for the chatting time with mom post-dinner. 

It was 10 pm. Both mother and daughter were busy narrating the entire day’s activities. She started.

“Mom why do we preserve old things?”

“We are emotionally connected to that. So we don’t wish to throw them. “

“Mom, what made you connected to that old dry rose kept in your storybook?”

The first time she noticed watery eyes and the lost look of her strong mom. “Tell me Mom if you think I should know.”

Her Mom was emotional and very upset as she had pricked deep never – to – be healed wound. She answered in low voice,” Dear please, avoid being entrapped in the emotion called Love.”

She asked, “What happened Mom? wiping her rarely seen flowing tears. 

You know, people say that love is powerful and God is with the true lovers. Believe me, Love makes you the weakest person and God denies to help in your fight with devils. I was born in a conservative family where my father tried to kill me just after my birth. I was saved miraculously but my whole life he treated me as a burden. I went to school because of my maternal uncles. 

I grew up as a rebellion. I was very lonely and one day in college I met a boy who was just opposite to me in nature. He was a very sweet-voiced, good looking, tall and handsome guy. His aim was to be a doctor and so he chose the science stream. It’s true, opposite attracts. We fell for each other. I started living a new fresh life. After two years we decided to marry and informed our parents. By the time he became a doctor and I a professor. 

The evening was very romantic as he was supposed to propose to me. He arrived with a red rose and kneeled down in front of me. He proposed to me, I accepted the flower and devils arrived. He was beaten badly, I was snatched from him, and that very night I was sent to my aunt’s house. I was clueless about what happened to him. Since then I don’t believe in the power of Love”

Mom, what was his name? 

 Prashant.

She googled and found one Prashant studied in the same college. 

She dialled the number. A gravely male voice answered. 

“Sir, I want to interview you. Can I meet you today?”

“Yes, definitely.”

In the middle of the conversation suddenly she showed him an old pic of her mom and asked, “Sir, do you know her. She was in the same college. “

He just couldn’t believe it. He said, “Yes, I know her. How do you know her?”

“I am her adopted daughter as she hasn’t married anyone and is raising me.”

People were celebrating Propose Day. Doorbell rang. Mira’s Mom opened the gate and found Prashant on his knee with a rose. She took time to get over the extreme surprise. She got scared if again something like past would happen. But nothing went wrong. The dry rose was replaced by the fresh rose accepted by her on the Propose Day.