sweet-poo

I had a tough day and night….Almost I suffered from hell lots of pain and negative thinking. My eyes got heavy, I was almost silent….my mind my heart was silent…If I spoke that day/night just becoz of my brother.i don’t want he shd feel that I am suffering….although he knew everything. I wanted to walk alone in the road when it was dark. Well with all this feeling I came to my room…..i found that I don’t have keys so I have to ring the bell. My room mate opened the door. She told me that flowers in the table z for me. I was upset, I hardly concentrated on wat she said. I replied why and how?...her fiancé who just came back from UK had gifted me that sweet flower…well I never imagined flower from him. A red color flower(off course not rose…otherwise my room mate would have killed me)., with long stem and wrapped in the white color transparent plastic. In first look that flower looked me lonely just like me. I touched it and felt gr8. My tensions are gone. I was not thinking nay negative nymore. I liked tat flower very much. Thanks for giving it to me…..tat day I was so upset and that person gifted me a superb thing. I love flowers but now I don’t love them in bunch I love then if they r single. A single flower looks gr8. Independent, confident, sweet, ALONE, separate from crowd, always on waiting side. I will click and upload the snap of that lonely flower in the morning. I’m feeling relax now. Right now @ 9.41pm, in the dim light that flower is awesome. I think I can spend my life with them happily. They don’t speak but they teach u lot. They make u feel a lot withour saying a single word. Its amazing with any emotion in them they do such a gr8 job. Flowers are wonder made by God….No doubt in that