The flower in my garden
In a vibrant Indian city lived a lively, hardworking girl who always topped her class. Independent and caring, she never gave her parents reason to worry. She was the ideal daughter everyone admired.
When she grew up, her parents began searching for a match. Fearing she might be mistreated in an unknown home, they asked if she loved someone. A dutiful daughter, she simply said she trusted their choice. Relieved, they arranged her marriage to a stranger.
After the wedding, things took a tragic turn. She was mistreated. She had been like a delicate flower, but when a bloom is abruptly plucked, it inevitably shrivels.
The lesson is clear: if you shield your flower entirely in your garden, it won't survive the harsh world outside. You must let it grow strong and resilient. Do not let your fear confine her, for that control can make her life far more miserable than the world ever could.
The flower in your garden should not be something fragile waiting to be plucked. It should be one people hesitate to pick—not because of bees protecting it, but because of the strong thorns it grew on its own.
