The Tale of a Rose

THE TALE OF A ROSE

I never had any slightest thought of Death. But I knew it was inevitable. It followed me from the day it knew of my existence. I was threatened even when I was inside my mother’s womb. It didn’t even let me out. As I struggled to get out, it tried to snatch me way with it’s steel like claws. But I escaped. By then, I was shrouded inside green , soft, silk like materiel. But there too, Death haunted me. I tried to survive many inclement, stormy nights and tumultuous torrential downpours, which was all, I think, Death’s second and third in command. It tried to capture and drag me to the infernal worlds but I stayed strong. And I slowly started to blossom. A day came when I saw the green material opening on it’s own and something sticking out in one of it’s crevices. As I examined it further,I realized that the soft red material sticking out was coming from my body. I could see many more of them coming from me. As days went by my soft red materials completely emerged out of the green silk shroud.

Then one fine day,the full blaze of the sun hit me. I was surprised because it had never happened before. Then I remembered that I had finally blossomed. The cold breeze hit me from all directions,making me shiver and sway in numbness.I tried to see the world for the first time. There were colors everywhere,so sharp and defined, that one look at them is enough to take your eyes off. There were human voices coming from the buildings. As I explored the enchanting world,a human girl came and plucked me from my home. The pain,both mental and physical, was so excruciating as she pulled me from my home.She put me in her long thread like structure called the hair and placed herself in front of a glassy substance,which,afterwards staying in their world I got to know,was the mirror. As I glanced at her reflection I saw myself for the first time. Nothing could have looked more pretty than me, sitting in her hair in a glorious blood red.

By the time I was admiring myself I began to feel parched. She , as if reading my mind,immediately put me in vase full of water. I began to feel energetic. This girl was not my destroyer, she was my savior. As days went by,I developed a special bond with her.Over times, that bond changed into affection , that affection into fondness and finally,into love. She loved me so well. She would never forget to sprinkle water on my jar and to talk to me everyday.I thought that maybe Death has finally accepted his defeat .But Death was and is inevitable.

For a few days I didn’t see her and my jar was never filled with water. My body began to shrivel. After four days she came back. She was delighted to see me and it was ditto here too. She immediately filled my jar with water. I thought that my body will suck up the water, as usual. But that didn’t happen. I waited and waited but it didn’t happen. For sometime, I was baffled by the fact that why my body is not sucking the water up. Then suddenly I knew the reason. Death .It had finally caught up with me. I waited for Death. I waited for her. But they didn’t came. I wished to my creator, a last wish , to see her.

I knew my wish was granted as soon as she came into my view.She took me from my vase and laid me in her lap.I felt my petal withering and falling in her lap.She stroked my petals gently, giving me a pleasure in the middle of the pain. I knew Death was gaining momentum on me. I saw something glistening falling from her eyes and streaming along her cheeks. She told me that humans mostly shed tears when they are sad.She was crying for me. She didn’t want to leave me. Neither did I. But it was all death’s plan.Suddenly I felt my whole energy draining out of my body.My vision blurred and zeroed out everything except her. Her face stayed in my vision. To die in the hands of the people you love is a great opportunity indeed. I focused on her face,memorizing her every feature. Suddenly there was a burning sensation and I knew I only had seconds left. I was happy to die in her hands even though it was excruciatingly painful. And Death finally came and conquered me. Death finally won. But I was at peace because the last and the first living creature I saw was her. I died in her hands. It made my Death worthy. Finally, I was at peace.