WILL THAT HAVE A ROSE ANY DAY?

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?’