Carnation- my favorite flower… few people know my passion for it… yes passion… passion – one for its beauty that always inspires and awes me and two (more important) for the memories it evokes every time I see it… memories of a sweet friendship, memories of a time I felt loved & cared for, memories of some one whose presence always gives strength, memories that force me not to regret the loss but to cherish the gains… memories of a bond that still stays indescribable…The red colored carnations that I received (surprisingly) yesterday evoked all the memories that are an eternal part of me… through out the day I felt like caressing its petals with my fingers every time I passed the shelf that they were kept on. I almost plucked out one carnation from the beautiful bouquet… but then stopped not really wanting to mar its perfect beauty or symmetry…
Now I know what that urge was… my entire being was pulled to re-live all that again… and see if the experience could come to life even for fraction of a second…
As I slept thinking about all this, I suddenly remembered the carnation I dried & saved… and the fact that it is still alive and will remain so… alive in me and my conversations… alive in my belief and faith that no matter where we stay, we are connected… alive in my pious prayers that will never let it loose its beauty…
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2 comments:
One of the most beautiful piece of work i've ever read! If only i would've known this...i would've forced you to take the flowers!!!! But this is awesome! keep writing..cheers!
I was newly introduced to your blog and I started my "conversations with you with carnations"(...thats my pathetic attempt at rhyming :-)).
I believe your prayers meant the caranations not to "lose" its beauty :-).
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