A Rosy Mess

I have a bunch of dried roses in my room…

Some have retained their beauty; others just look hideous…

Some still have ribbons on em; others just have dried leaves for company..

But for all, one thing that they have in common “A Story”

Every rose had its glorious moment when it was picked up to be presented…

I never thought of the roses in any such way, I just liked to preserve em….but It was at one fine day when some people walked into my room that I pondered if it actually had any more significance than just being a dried up stuff…

My friend Neha n I used to hang out together a lot… mainly gossip and…. (Yeah…just gossip! Nothing else!) So it happened that she noticed the vase at the corner of the room sitting modestly with a bunch of dried up roses in it and happened to be wonderstruck by them…. I was still blabbering about the cute guy we just saw on the road and never noticed that she was no longer listening.

“Where did you get these roses from?” She asked. “You know Olivia, Rohan gave such a rose to me when he proposed after our first date. It was raining and then he brought out the drenched rose from his back-pocket (I’m still speculating how a rose can survive a 5 mile long drive in a boy’s back-pocket…but hey! It was her story…had to take it as it came).

Anyways back to Neha..

“ He said that he loved me and wanted to spend his entire life with me…and Olivia you won’t believe me the rose was the most beautiful one I had ever seen!”

(Duh’uh! Why would I believe that? But whatever..)

“You know I still have that rose with me, and it’s still as beautiful as ever!”  She  was at the brink of crying and I still couldn’t believe that the rose was pretty. Nevertheless she left shortly after that.

 Again the other day I had my cousin over; she too saw the roses and inquired- “Olivia, where did you get these roses from,huh?” and  also never waiting for my reply started-“ You know, I had a crush in my school life and we used to meet at the lunch time  and he gave me a sunflower the day he proposed…It was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen and I still have it!” (It felt like déjàvu@!!!)

Anyways she too left and then later that night an aunt next door saw the flowers in my room, (and there it goes! AGAIN!) –“You know Olivia, when I was in college; there was this guy who used to go to office in the same train with me. I knew he liked me cause he used to steal a glance every opportunity he got and one day he gave me a lemon…I preserved it for long-long time but then I graduated and left and don’t know what happened to it….By the way Where did you get these roses from?” And she left!!!

Gawd..!!! Why does everyone keep asking when they don’t want an answer!!!

But I've realized one thing for sure even a hideous thing like a lemon or a deteriorated rose can become beautiful and worth preserving if you have a loved memory with it..

As for me I've decided to burn those flowers and put some plastic ones in their place. And For where I got my roses from…”Teachers day comes every year! And my dear parents are professors J”