I don’t know when and where this rose shot out as a bud.
I don’t know when and where it blossomed.
I only know when and where I got it.
I went to the temple a few weeks back where they distribute flowers, fruits and nuts. That is the day I got this rose. I came back home and put it in a cup with some water. It stayed alive and brought beauty and happiness to me for many, many weeks.
Today, I noticed that it had completely withered away.
So, I have to throw the beauty away. Well…not in the trash can. I usually put these withered away flowers in the backyard where it can compost and lead to life yet again….some day in the future.
Kind of like us.
Been in the vast universe before.
Will be gone.
And, will be back again.
YOU: Alright Ambal. Enough with the rose RARA. What do you want me to think about for today?
ME: How much ever nurture you give it, all good things (like this rose) must come to an end. Or should they?