Its just happens some hours ago. .
As its damn
hot atmosphere where I live, I totally exhausted .
Still i had to complete my studies and assignment work as i am
engineering student . .
(i still wonder why i choose engineering as my career option- whatever !)
but as always that asshole didn’t at time
Finally, i get some place at which i can sit and wonder 'how arranged thing
make people feel relaxed!’
feeling like home), and as the door opened She came out she walked to her area
with a jar of water…she might be there to water her roses…
So, around 9
PM , I straight went to my friend's place to get copy of next assignment that i
suppose to submit by tomorrow
I reached at
his home at right time that i supposed to be
So by that
time i had to wait for him in his totally messed room. .But fortunately his
room has a attached balcony. . Therefore, i preferred to sit there, then in his
room where i have to find place to put my ass...
His balcony is
totally opposite than his room. . Decorated with kind of pots. . Having a
wonder full chair to sit and relax..
That place
have nice view around and just a street passing by it i can see all people
running around, children playing street games ,men returning at home from whole
working day . .
By that time i
dont have any think in my mind and in this super hot summer i was feeling
relaxed and chilled. . .
Now shit
happens, which make my mind diverted to it and no more I am felling relaxed, a
door opens of a balcony from a house, which is just at opposite side from my
balcony
(Ya, by the time waiting for that asshole,
at his balcony i start
I exactly
remember number of pots that she having was 3..and 6 roses, last pot is seems
smaller than other two and also didn’t have any rose ! But I don’t bothers
about it…
What got my
attention was SHE i can’t help myself from staring at her, she was kind of beautiful
and eye catching face she have…Well dressed up, perfect fit of top and silky
night suite that she wore. Her hair was seems too smooth and perfectly long up
to her waist. I thought it being too long that I see any girl so perfect
dressed, beautiful, flawless skinny, and her hair add x-factor to her beauty.
And she start
work for what she is appear to me-watering to her roses… its being easy to say
that she love her flower, the way she feed water with care and the way she
touch rose ,I wonder why I can’t be that ROSE...
Now she is
about to her last pot of rose –that tiny one without any roses, as she look at that
her face lines turns off. I can see deep sorrow in her eyes and the way she
touch that pot.. She might be asking why there is no any rose in that pot,
It’s not seems
good to her , and her eyes have a tear drop in and before she realize that it
rolls down to her white chick and she wipe it but she can’t help herself to not
to cry, and put that water jar there she runs in to her room
I adjusted myself
to see what she was doing in room, particularly i want to know
Why she was
CRYING... ;(
Inside her room,
she was on her bed I can see clearly her, she is managing her hair to not to
fall on her face and fighting with self not to cry, wiping her tears... Although
she was crying, she looks even cuter than before...but I sad for her and
thought what matters make her cry, just by seeing no rose in last pot…
Evenyually she
take a photo from under her pillow and she looks at it like she felt too
helpless and tears from her eyes now impossible to stop though she was trying
to stop it, suddenly she puts down that photo and go in deep in room and took a
dust-bin. She opens her cupboard and took out one bag, I can’t understand what was
she doing.
She put that bag
upside down on her bed and lots of cards
papers and an small teddy bear fall on to bed. It was may be all things that
she got as a gift from someone special to her.
After that
what she did was totally unexpected for me. She took a match box, fire a stick and
start burn the cards that she have on bed from that bag, and one by one she
burn card letter and put in to dust bin. In moments all card and letters are in
fire and burning in there in front on her, on her eye have no any tear by now,
she look like she feeling free from pain, pain of a parting from someone, pain
of break up, pain of not having that someone special in life any more or mainly
Pain of LOVE.
Finally she
took that only teddy bear in her hand
and she continuously looking at it, white colored, medium sized, having a rose
in hand , and she just put that also in to that fire , fire of her memories. It
looks like she burnt cards, letters, a teddy but all she was trying to burn is
her memories, memories of her someone special, moments of her life that unforgettable
but she still burning it.
Suddenly she
leaves her room, that dustbin there with burning memories of her. I do not know
where she gone than she comes back to her neither room nor come out from her
house.
And I was
there looking at that pot-tiny pot that not have a rose and a question comes
again and again in my mind ‘WILL THAT HAVE A ROSE ANY DAY?’
