STORM-A ROSE

“Oh, my love is like a red, red rose”-the teacher suddenly stated. It brought back her distracted mind. He was teaching about Robert Burns. Again, she got preoccupied and started imagining-if only I had love like that…my love differs from that, it is too special…love is not that easily symbolized through rose…, and so on. Actually, she thinks too much and that also through all her dreamy ways, not letting out any of her benefits. The teacher was going on with Burns’ life and she with her own, a life created in her fantasy. He finishes the lecture and she was bound to finish her dreams, as the bell suddenly rang.

By stating all these, we get a certain glimpse that she has something going on. Not something considered as good, rather the opposite. Talking about her personal life, it can’t be said to be tragic one. She was neither friendless nor unhappy. There were plenty of them, most of them having the thought “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” And her family members loved her so much that she always felt she was one of the blessed ones. As a child, she was brought up quite well. A lot of friends to enjoy with, a good education in a convent, a firm family support, and the things children love to do, all were granted to her.

Slowly and gradually, as time passed by, she grew up. Then there stood a young sophisticated lady with a good education, good figure, and a kind-hearted soul. She was a blooming rose. Ah! A blooming rose! How pleasant to look at! And moreover, a rose in the blow of the gentle wind spreading its fragrance allover. How pleasing a thought! Unexpectedly, what if the wind suddenly turned out to be harsh on the naive rose and become totally destructive?

As it is often said, falling in love is the best part of one’s life, we are all lured towards it. And therefore, she was not an exception. She fell in love. And with whom? A lunatic. As a lady with brains she was, being aware of how people would react to this, before anyone doubted of her love, she killed her love. Actually, she killed herself. And, this she did with a great effort. So the new blooming love got suppressed. Ah! “The suppression”! If only she knew what it meant. She believed “True love ends in tragedy.” So, in a way, she wanted to make her love true.

We have heard people saying sufferings don’t come alone, they come in pairs. It seems true most of the time in our experiences. Same was the case with her. The circumstances turned out in such a way that it aggravated her current situation immersing her completely into the ponds of griefs, sorrows, and misery. She was fired from the job, her father turned alcoholic, and her friends kept distance with her. At the same time, her best friend died in an accident. Moreover, she was missing the family support. All these were contributing factors to her seclusion for a whole year.

Those days passed with a repeated question in her mind “Why does it always rain on me? It was never answered anyway. Tears had become her friends and they gave her company whenever she required. Crying and weeping for hours and hours had become a routine until finally realizing no more tears were left to shed. However, she never blamed or complained about anything. It was the time she most required a support, but what a dilemma, there were none even to communicate with.

Men are selfish by nature. During her bad days, none dared to help her unconditionally. However, life had to carry on. Finding no way out, only the way ahead was a way towards spirituality. She had faith in God and believed he will show a right path. So, she blindly followed him like a faithful child. This brought the transformation into her whole personality and changed her into a different individual. Then adjustment in the society became hard for her. She had lost many things due to the shock and it took her years to recover the real self. However, she never healed completely.

At present, she is a well-known figure in the society, a renowned celebrity. She believes that whatever happened to her, it was for good. She neither has regrets nor complaints. A woman of appreciation who has so much to do for herself, for the nation, and for the whole mankind-she is on the way towards humanity. How could she come this far without the miseries? She was gifted with the sorrows of love and her sufferings taught what life meant. So, life blooms with sorrows as the heart blooms with Rose.