Once I was sitting beside a rose flower bed in a garden. Environment was very quiet compare to the commotion of a running city outside the garden. A drench of rose have three spreading, one has a beautifully grown flower of light peach colour just like a young youth who had just crossed their teenage, and I thought that when I am also a one of them concurring the current of commotion of a web of people, place and those rules created by them. Sometimes I feel like foget about everything and everyone and find a pace inside our soal. Go with our own conditions. At the end of the sukhna path beside sukhna lake sit beside water. Say your brain and body to keep quiet for that movement and feel the waves of water and the cold breez of air and open your hairs and let them flow wherever they want to flow with waves of air. Just feel the peace 🕊️..................
The second spreading of that plant have a baby bud which hasn't opend her eyes to see tha world wrapped in a hazy green sheet of sapale, and a teenage buddy which still fighting with his own wave of harmones running within him without any path to run. It reminds me a family having two siblings both needed attention and care of parents but the spikes in their life make difficult to all of them to go to a conclusion, how to handle everything and everyone.....
The third one has only thrones allover his body representing the humans crossed their energetic adulthood to a old bed of house which is lying at the corner of room, unnoticed by the other family members whose bones are now started giving screeching sound. They don't know anytime they will be summoned by God.
........This is how a small plant can shows a flow chart of human life💜.
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#storyofrose.
