They say the earth
laughs in flowers. And sometimes even the earthlings get to share it.
On a not so very special
evening you’re waiting for the red light to turn green. Those 120 seconds of
your life make your heart run away wearing your blue reebok shoes with a wide
smile. It is like it can’t stay at its position anymore.
Right after you use the brakes
and the wheels of your car stop spinning, your inklings begin to process. And
you don’t realize the window is half opened; until the process of your thoughts
gets interrupted by a voice. A voice of a boy who in his adolescence is clothed
in poverty. He smiles at you with a broken tooth. You give him I-don’t-want-any-nonsense
look and he smiles hard in his tattered clothes.
Even before you roll
your window up, he drops a red carnation flower inside. You don’t want it, you
say. He says please and his eyes grow
bright. You nod in reassurance. He compliments saying ‘it’s looking so
beautiful here, please take it. I don’t want money for it’. You’re silent and
he goes on. You are confused and you involuntarily accept it. The next moment
he winks at you and goes behind the auto rickshaw standing next to your car. Leaving
you feel awkward. You realize the auto
driver is observing everything. He seems perplexed too.
You take the red
carnation flower in your hand, give it a baffled look and pan your eyes to the
side mirror. And for the next ten seconds your eyes are stuck to it because the
boy peeks from behind and hides back. He is playful and you can’t stop yourself
from calling him back with a grin. A huge one. You feel the different shades of
a usual day and then you present it to me before I learn the sweet fragranced tale
hidden in its wilted petals. And it’s only afterwards I realise how it tickled
the chime of laughter inside me just because of a flower. And what it confirms
is that the universe is always speaking to us. Sending us little messages,
treating us with reasons to smile and causing serendipities to make us stop,
look around and believe in it.
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