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All set. She'll be here today. My home will be her home. I had identified and earmarked her living space. It would be her very own cosy corner, where she would grow and blossom and radiate waves of joy and happiness. Her breath of life would purify my soul and air. Waiting for her to be here. Waiting for her to come home and fill my heart’s crevices with bliss.
All set. She'll be here today. My home will be her home. I had identified and earmarked her living space. It would be her very own cosy corner, where she would grow and blossom and radiate waves of joy and happiness. Her breath of life would purify my soul and air. Waiting for her to be here. Waiting for her to come home and fill my heart’s crevices with bliss.
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She’s here. Finally. I had brought her home all by myself. Though
I’m pleased, innumerable questions swarm my mind. Will she like it here? Will
she belong here? Will she be happy growing up here? Pensive and apprehensive, I
approach her. I fondly caress her delicate parts with motherly love and she
seems to respond! As her tiny, frail feet touch the earth, I observe her. She
looks content. She seems to be enjoying the chillness of the ground beneath her.
Her
calm demeanour soothes me. All is well. All she needs now is ample care and
love. Beautiful, bright and sunny days
lie ahead.
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This wait makes me tense. The wait for reciprocation of love.
May be it sounds unfair, but for all the care that I showered on her, expecting
some warmth in return is certainly not
asking for too much, is it? All that I yearn for is a single smile. I wait for
that first smile. The smile that would pilfer my heart. Is she giving it today? Doesn’t seem like it.
May be tomorrow? Fingers crossed.
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It is still early in the morning. I slowly sneak up to her. As the first rays of the juvenile sun kiss her
reddish face, I behold that wonderful sight. Her first smile. A gush of ecstasy
spreads in me as I take her in my hands. Yes, as I cup the beautiful blood red rose flower
in full bloom with my palms, I realize that my hands are trembling. She has
given back love! Why wouldn’t she - after
all, isn’t she the embodiment of love?
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P.S: This is born from my love for rose plants. More than anything else, they make me nostalgic. I generally love
watching plants grow and especially when it comes to roses, the first bloom
totally enthrals me. At one point in
time, I had over 15 rose plants in my garden though I have only a couple of
them now in my small balcony. I potted a couple more today and that’s what inspired
this post.
Now, go back to the third paragraph and read the first line. That’s
exactly how I feel now!!
