OS: Rose With Thorns
The sun was about to set and the sky was tinged with many kinds of colors. It was crimson in some places and rosy in others. In fact the whole sky seemed to be dotted with small patches of different colors. Cool wind was blowing. Birds were flying back to their nests.
The sun was dipping down by inches.
The sky turned red.
The sun went down at last.
It was dusk.
He was oblivious to the natural beauty that was surrounding him as his eyes were fixed on her. She was probably standing just ten steps away from him yet she looked so far. Holding the rose she was fighting her emotions that were no more in her control and that made him glad. It gave him hope that she would accept him and his love just as she had accepted his rose.
He knew it wasn't easy for her still he hoped that she wouldn't give up on the happiness that was so close to her. All she needed was to hold his hand and he swore he would pull her out of this darkness and show her a new world that was beautiful and lovely like her.
He swore he wouldn't ever let a tear drop from her eye.
He swore he wouldn't ever let her fall.
In his eyes she wasn't a fallen flower.
She knew that but was fearing to believe that. She needed to let go. She needed to move ahead. She just needed to take a tiny step toward him and he was ready to cover the rest of the distance for her. He knew that what he felt for her she too felt the same for him but was holding herself back. She was strangling her love for him. And that was killing him.
She gazed at him. His eyes were full of hope, dreams and love. But could she hope for a future with him? Could her eyes dare to dream about him? Could her wounded heart bear to love him?
She gulped the feelings that were simmering for him and glanced at the red rose in her hand. She didn't know from where she had got the strength to accept this rose from him. What was it about this flower that she finally gave in to accept it from him. Was its beauty , it's tenderness, it's color all that was in complete contrast to her life that was gloomy, harsh and colourless? Or was it the purity of his feelings with which he had offered it to her?
Her finger tips brushed it's soft petals. They were delicate and beautiful just like love. Even her heart was tender and wished to blossom like this flower. She inhaled it's sweet fragrance. This fragrance was the soul of this rose. Without it the flower was nothing. Her soul lacked this fragrance, it lacked the fragrance of love.
Lifting her head she looked at him. He wanted to beautify and add color to her otherwise dull life. He wanted to see her heart blossom like this rose and her soul fragrant with his love. She wished the same. Every pore of her body desired the same. A fleeting smile adorned her pink lips. She desired to reach out to him. She desired to hold his hand. And was about to take a step when she felt a sharp pain.
The rose that she was clutching wasn't devoid of thorns. It pricked her thumb...and something inside her as well. How could she think that her life could be a bed of roses? How could she think that moving on would be so easy for her? And how could she think that love would decorate her life without asking for a price?
He belonged to another world. A world that was beautiful, colourful and blissful. And look at her, who was she? A widow! Could she really fit in his world? If his life was a lovely rose then she could only be a thorn in it.
Love had blinded him. He couldn't see the harsh reality but she could. There was no place for her in his life. Having her in his life meant disrupting the peace in his life. Something she wouldn't do. Love is selfless and for her own happiness she couldn't be selfish.
He saw her flinch in pain. He didn't intend to hurt her. How could he see her in pain? He moved forward to hold her hand. But she at once stepped back. She shook her head as tears threatened to roll down her eyes. No the distance between them couldn't be eliminated.
The rose dropped from her hand.
Yes, that's what she was. A fallen flower.
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Rose
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Anupamaa
