With love- Jasmine
I stretched my petals as far as I could.I just realised that it's not dark around me anymore. My petals were no longer glued together and I can finally see the world. I never knew the world around me was so beautiful. Mother plant had given birth to another jasmine flower who looked exactly like me. As we both started talking the morning dew fell on my nose. We danced from side to side as the cool breeze stroked us . I noticed that there were many other flowers like us in the garden and many other mother plants as well. Just then I heard a jasmine screaming out loud.
I saw a lady standing
near me detaching that jasmine from it's mother plant. Mother plant looked very
sad. I was so angry that I wanted to punch that lady. Before i could do
anything to her she pinched my neck hard. It was so hard that I couldn't
breathe. She detached me also from my mother plant. I screamed out loud. It was
painful. I couldn't even say goodbye to mother. I can longer give sweet
fragrance for my mother. Before I could even recover from the pain the lady
threw me into a basket.
I fell on top of a few other jasmine flowers who had
similarly neck injuries like me. We were all orphans now. We had no one but
each other. I looked around to find a way to escape only to realise that
I had no legs. I peeked through the air gaps between the basket to see the
worried faces of the other jasmine flowers each one wondering who was next
in line.
Some of us kept crying. Others were busy planning on how
to get out of the basket. I without any doubt was in the second group.
Our discussions were useless because all we had was a stalk which i kept saying
was my neck through which I use to hold my mother's hand. Minutes later we were
brought inside the lady's house. There was no breeze nor was there sunlight. I
hated the place already. I wish I had wings.
The lady put her enormous hands into the
basket and picked some of us who happened to be on the top row. Seconds
later I heard loud screams of those flowers. I looked through the air gaps and
I could only spot a ball of white thread. Nothing else. All of us were
frightened. All we could hear were cries and screams. All our petals trembled
with fear. But someone had to be the strong one in the group. I told them not
to be afraid and to face life as it comes. They listened to me as I was
consoling them. Whatever happens just let out your soothing fragrance and no
one will huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrt yooooooou. Before I could finish that sentence
she picked me and threw me onto a table. I scanned to see what was
happening around me. Suddenly I saw something. Something too unreal to be
happening.
It was my friends and they were hanging on a
thread with the thread passing through their necks. The light reflection from
the silver needle in the lady's hand made my eyes turn small. The lady took me
between her fingers. I could feel my petals turning cold. I was scared. She
pushed the needle into my throat . I wailed in pain. It pierced my neck inch by
inch. It hurt. Every bit of it hurt. I couldn't take the pain any longer . I
closed my eyes and prayed for strength. I do not remember what happened next.
When I opened my eyes i was also hanging on the thread along with my
friends. My friends told me that I fainted due to the pain.
We were taken to the market where the lady
sold us to a flower-shop on the roadside. The shop looked colorful and it had
the mixed aroma of all the flowers. One young man brought us. We were put
inside a plastic bag and given to him. The plastic bag is the worst place on
earth to be. There was no air. We were all coughing and gasping for air. It was
extremely hot as well. After an hour of travel we reached a place .He took us
out and put us around the neck of a statue of Mother Mary on a roadside . Finally
we got to breathe fresh air.
Throughout the day many people passed by.
Some lit the candles. Some donated money into the charity box placed in
front of us. I noticed that the rich people put coins in it and the poor put
currency notes. Some people just touched or kissed the hand of Mary and left
without spending a minute to stop and pray. While others prayed for a
long time. Most of them prayed in their mind. One girl maybe in her mid
twenties came. She whispered her prayer. She asked Mary to help her
mother recover from cancer. She cried a lot. She left after donating
money. I felt bad for her. Me and my friends sent our sweet aroma to soothe
her. That's the least we could do.
The day went by fast and now it was
close to sunset. I noticed my petals were turning brown. And I felt like
someone was strangling me. I had this same sensation when I was inside that
plastic bag. Only this time there was no plastic bag. After the sunset it got
worse. I was gasping for air. My petals fully turned brown. I was not able to
give out my sweet aroma anymore. I felt numb. I noticed that even my friends
were chocking and struggling just like me. I think my journey here on earth is
about to end. I realized that the life on earth is a bitter-sweet experience.
You will be separated from our loved ones. There will be times when you
feel lonely. You will be in pain . We will think our life is the worst until we
see what others are going through. If you can beauty of life in the midst of
all this hardships that’s when life becomes beautiful. Life is short and it
ends when you least expect it. Im happy to say that I was able to give out my
aroma to bring smiles to the ones around me. Wishing you luck in finding your
purpose on earth. With stories to tell my friends in heaven I depart with
love.
Love
The Jasmine flower
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