Swaron OS : Love through a Rose

" this guy, his name is Swayam Shekhwat. He is young, good-looking caring, charming and very down to earth. but one quality that he possesses is that he can make anyone smile at any point of their life regardless of what is going on in his life. the first time i met him, i saw my son within him. and in no time we grew so close that life without him became so difficult to imagine. It was a sunday and i was relaxing on my bed. Someone rang the bell. Generally i don't have many visitors that too on a sunday, it seemed awkward. i went and opened the door to find this young guy aged around 24 - 25 years. He was looking extremely tired like he had just come running from somewhere. i called him inside and offered him some water. I settled him down on my sofa and sat beside him

" yes my son, how may i help you?"

" ma'am could i just buy a rose from you. i knows its sunday and ure shop is closed but ma'am please, this is extremely important for me."

I was not in a mood to open my shop but the guy, he looked extremely tired. looking at his condition it didn't even take me a second to melt. i went to my shop opened the door and picked out a red rose. i came back to my dining hall and handed it over to him. the smile that took over the sadness within him actually told me how happy he was to get it. the joy within him was very clearly visible. he handed me a 10 rupee note. i took it and kept it in my pocket. He said a big thank you and left. that was the very 1st time i had met this young little boy but i never knew there would be one day i would get so so close to him.

the very next day at 10 clock i opened my shop and the first customer i see was the very same guy who had come yesterday. i took out another red rose to handed it over to him but he instead told me to give him a pink one. i hand him over the pink 1 and he paid the money. he placed a soft kiss on the rose and with a smile plastered on his face he again left.

A month had passed and without fail there wasn't even a single day when he didn't come to me. everyday he would come to me and take a rose, but every time it would be of a different color. When three months passed and still there wasn't a single day he missed, thats where my curiosity started beginning. i was curious about his love for these roses. Why were these roses so important for him. I decided to ask him the very next day he comes. and so the very next day he came and i asked him

" why do you buy a rose everyday and that too a different colour"

he was a bit astonished with my question but he did answer me

" my wife loves colorful roses. i buy one for her everyday"

he took the yellow rose from my hand and again placed a kiss on it. this time he said a bye and left The next day he came i took out a white rose for him and handed it over to him

" for ure wife. by the way i would love to meet her"

" ofcourse ma'am but she is keeping a little busy these days. once she gets free i will definitely make you meet her"

He said and again left with the rose in his hand

Around for the next 5 to 6 months he came and continued to buy a rose everyday. we had started interacting with each other . he would come take his rose and would temp a thing ot two about his lovely wife. and i would tell him about my son and how within him, i can find my own very son. in no time we grew extremely close. we started talking about our family about our lives and sometimes how difficult it gets.

like everyday , he again come sin the morning to take his rose. but this time before leaving he asks me

" would you like to meet my wife?"

i was really keen on meeting her so i agreed. i locked my shop and sat with him in the car. i had heard so much about her. her patient behavior, how sweet she was and how caring she could get. about her anger regarding swayam saying lies or swayam cutting his hair. he had told me a lot about her and now i was really excited to meet her. i definitely didn't wanna let go this opportunity of meeting her. Suddenly the car came to a halt.

" there any problem in the car?"

" no we have reached"

all i could see was plain empty land on one said and a graveyard on the other. wait graveyard? i was confused. i decided to just follow him. we walked across the graveyard and suddenly he stopped. there stood a headstone with the name "Mrs. Sharon Swayam Shekhwat" imprinted on it. The headstone was filled with roses on and around it. swayam places the rose i gave him today out there and goes on his knees. he closes his eyes and joins in hands. i suddenly could see his lips moving. i didn't understand what he was trying to say so i just stood there looking at him. soon the tears that were making their way down his eyes changed to a beautiful that carved upon his face. he got up and looked at me

" meet my wife, Sharon Shekhwat - the best wife ever. you can tell her a hi. she will feel nice"

i just mumble a hi and a bye and we take a leave form there. were in the car when i ask him

" you miss her?"

" ofcourse i don't. i don't need to miss her. she is always there with me. i go and meet her. and when i give her the rose, she always responds with a kiss on cheek. and sometimes when im a bit lucky i get on my lips as well"

" you talk to her?"

" ofcourse. didn't you see me talking there. i was talking to her. and did you notice the empty space the in the side. i got that place reserved for me. Ma'am would you do me a favor, once i leave this place can you take the responsibly of getting myself burried here. pleasee"

" hey please don't say such stuff. by the way what happened to her? i mean"

" She had lung cancer. it was not curable and hence this happened"

i see outside the window and we had reached my shop. i bid him a goodbye and he leaves with his car from there.

Since 2 years he had been coming here but i had made it a point to never even let him mention about his wife. i would always try and get him involved in other talks. We slowly and gradually grew immensely close.

like any other day, it was a normal day. i go to letter box and open it where i find a letetr by Swayam Shekhwat. when i open it i was shocked. i stood there numb. it was a goodbye letetr from his side

hey ma'am,

i couldn't continue with my life anymore. i am extremely sorry ma'am. these days i had been missing her immensely and want to spend my time with her only. good bye ma'am. and yes remember what i told, get my body burried there. pleasee

Your Son

the whole night went by just crying the and the very next day i got him burried at the place he told me to. since that day i have made it a point to go everyday and give them both a rose. though ive never got the chance to interact with them but meeting them was a pleasure by itself . so meeting them everyday has become a part of my routine. inspector thats all i have to tell you. im pretty sure this was a suicide case and not a murder. " i ended my story wiping off my tears

" okay thank you ma'am. i really cant thank you enough. but we would still like to do some investigation just for our sake. it was nice meeting you"

" thank you inspector"

i close the door and go back to my shop to follow my normal routine of selling flowers.