Flowers

No Trespassing, But I Trespassed

Walking and listening.
[Source – Pixabay]

Someone (amused) – “Really! I didn’t know, oh, so that is why that day she didn’t come? Oh, hmm, I didn’t message or anything, just saw on the group… what, her boss what? Now am feeling bad for her… yeah, she deserves it, but yaar, she too lives from pay-cheque to pay-cheque… oh, what!”


Another one (expressionless) – “Hmm… hmm… No, no, you see it, see it for yourself… hmm… hmm… you see it. No, oh then sell it for free, what’s it to me… hmm…”

A jogger walks briskly, she is listening to music or a podcast.


Two pals sitting on the bench-

“In our days, things were better ji, no race, now it is all a race, take my son-in-law for example, switching jobs so frequently, is it a joke? No loyalty ji towards an organisation, only loyalty to ‘package’.”

Big yawn!

“No-no, you’re very right…”

“But I don’t say anything, I just said, this is not right according to me, rest it is up to you.”


Stray dogs bark. Gets quiet then, one can hear the birds.


“You love me or not?”

“Don’t start again!”

“You take a stand then, what ‘don’t start again’, decide, I am clear, but you’re not. Please!”

“Come-on! I am tired. Hey, hey, wait!”

“Leave me!”

“Okay-listen, listen! Hear me out.”


“They didn’t fire me, okay!! I have decided to quit, enough is enough. No, I am fine, you don’t need to do anything!!! I am fine!! Yes, I am crying, but you don’t need to worry about me, I am fine.”


“Yeah, but fruit juices… hmm, yeah, it is sugar-rush, no fibre, yeah… of course, better, but hmm, yeah, soups and add some lentils, in small amount, yeah, trust me, that tastes so good, and so healthy, yeah, yeah, yeah… nuts of course, but soak them overnight, only then, yeah…”


“It is all over now! I said it, had to. Yesterday, hmm, we met, same place, said it directly, had to.”


“I am so proud, she worked so hard… yeah, it is one of the bests in the US… we… sure, this weekend… right, will keep that in mind, you just make up your mind… ha-ha-ha-ha!! Hmm… oh, she will be leaving next month…”


“Is Vihaan coming?”

“Na, he isn’t!”

“Rishika, you’re coming right, I need company ya!”

“As if, you won’t be alone there.”

“No, come on!”

“Nidhi is coming too.”

“She is? See!”

Giggles and laughter.


Some joggers before leaving stop to have chaat right outside the garden. Some swiftly and some slowly walking souls keep entering and exiting. Wind blows and the trees sway, leaves fall and that fragrant flower bearing tree lets go off its beautiful burgundy-coloured flowers, look another one is dancing its way down.

Burgundy-coloured reality!
[Source – Pixabay]

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Flowers Are Made Of Stories

Flowers are made of stories, every colour a different genre, every form a different journey. 
 
A yellow flower lived high on a tree; it sang and danced along with the wind. One day the yellow flower fell on a passerby who looked up at the tree, then down at the flower, smiled and left. The passerby loved its story.
 
Flowers are the best storytellers, just a glance and the job is done, allowing the story to unfold, to bloom within the seeker slowly.
 
A lotus once told me an epic and a night jasmine a love story and a marigold a fairy-tale saga.
 
Flowers are made of stories which the mind forgets but the heart remembers.


Cassia Fistula, golden shower



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Night Jasmine

Perfection
[Source – Wikipedia]

Six petals in sync
With orange centre as link

Adorned with white peace
Singing with the trees

Fragrant, pure and polite

Holding the divine light

For it begins at dusk

And greets all at dawn

Resting on the leaves              

Or on the path, it weaves

A true reflection

Of perfection.


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Nazo’s Simple Magic Trick

Flash Fiction

Nazo, busy reading the flowers (she loved this exercise, it made her “fuller”, that is what she said).
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Nazo believed in magic. While the stories about djinns and fairies and magic potions made her wonder, the everyday sundry experiences also left her mesmerized. She was a simple person who felt special about simple things like the sun peeping out from behind the dark rainy clouds.

I told her once a sad story, intentionally, I wanted her to cry. It was a made-up tale about a little dog that lost its way home and died of starvation. Before I could make it sound more pathetic, I saw tears in Nazo’s eyes. Mission accomplished, thought I, until Nazo did something magical.  

She asked me about the dog and I fabricated the cute brown dog, with black ears and kohl eyes. Suddenly, Nazo jumped up and started clapping. She told me to follow her and we both ran down to old Mr Tolkien’s house. What I saw there was as mysterious and as astonishing as a miracle.

Nazo went ahead right into Mr Tolkien’s garden and brought a cute brown dog in her arms, it had black coloured ears and kohl eyes. She announced that Mr Tolkien found the starved dog yesterday near the abandoned park and brought him home.  

While coming back, I, filled with a concoction of emotions (specifically foolishness), told Nazo the truth; that it was a fake story and I meant only to make her cry because of her utter belief in magic in life suffocated me. Nazo laughed at me and didn’t say a word. She then hugged me, if I remember correctly.  

After a few days, Nazo gave me a card (she loved making cards), a lovely one with colourful flowers and bright butterflies. She had written a few lines inside, apart from wishing me a happy day, that I can never forget; it read, “Magic is real for me, maybe because I try to see things from the earth’s point of view – a beautiful blue-green lonely planet – something magical is happening for sure”.  

Since then, I too have started to believe in magic.


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The Poem That I See

Freely!
[Source – Pixabay]

The stars are shining

It is day time

Water is rising

Listen the wind chime

Everyone is chopping

Yellow lime

Care for shopping

Says a lonely dime

Few hands are praying

No! It’s an act of mime

Magician is painting

Love is sublime

Do you believe in flying?

Why, enjoy the rhyme

Freely-o-so-freely I am living

But they call it a crime.

Whoever read this called me crazy

I replied that I love flowers especially daisy

They turned with a sad face and said they were right

I also turned with a beaming face and took a flight.

Beaming brightly!
[Source – Pixabay]

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