Immortal Love - A Must Read

Strolling through the garden, the visitor sensed the oddness there. Tempted to ask the gardener he raced towards the shed. He grabbed his chair, while still panting; took a bottle of water, and quickly gulped it down.

The gardener sensed his inquisitiveness and asked, “Do you want something, sir?”

The visitor nodded. “Could you please tell me why is such a royal garden open to the locals and tourists? That too without any money?”

“Sir, our madam is very kind; moreover, she likes people around.”

Still not convinced with his answer, the visitor walked away and as he looked around, he saw something that scared him out of his wits. 

He came back to the gardener, “Tell me the truth?” he demanded.

The gardener gave him a blank look.

“Why there are no flowers in the garden?” the visitor was clearly irritated.

“I saw there are plants, trees and bushes that yield flowers. The trees aren’t withered, the leaves aren’t fallen,” He took a deep breath, “then why there are no flowers in the garden? I clearly saw the information board stating the variant species available here. Do you steal from this place…should I complain?”

“Sir!” the gardener rose from his chair and kept looking at him. Several moments passed. There was complete silence.

“Our madam, the Princess, picks up flowers each morning in the wait of her Prince to return. They remind her of him,” he said.

“She walks slowly through the flower-laden path as she hopefully looks towards the door; each evening she stands at the window side – around the time when the prince had promised her to return by.” Ramprasad, the gardener, choked in tears.

The visitor kept quietly listening.

“You know, Saheb, there was a time when she ran her tiny fingers through the Orchids, Sunflowers and Daisies each morning along with Prince as he held her by the arms. She always believed that the blooming flowers symbolize love.”

Ramprasad looked into visitor’s eyes, “It’s been too long since he was gone, but we plant some flowers each night for her to pick the next morning. Because since the day he left, the flowers didn’t blossom here anymore. There was always a spring of happiness and joy here. But today, there is only an autumn of sadness. Despite all this, we wouldn’t want her to lose Hope. How can we declare anything? When she knows it was an immortal love?”