Why So Special?
Every day after rising, I witness these beautiful flowers placed on my roof. There are many others like this one, but this one is a little different+special for me.
Why special you may ask?
When I was growing up, there were very few flower pots on my roof and one of them was of this particular flower. And the same version of this one, in white color.
White didn’t much managed to gain my attention or admiral, but pink was my favorite, back then. I loved watching, plucking its petals and fixing them over my nails (natural nail paint, you know), placing them on my hair.
Since then, I have adored them and now when there are other species of flowers, that too in bulk (as the pink one is newborn), I still feel a special attachment with them.
The only difference is that now I don’t pluck them, I don’t place them on my hair anymore, I don’t paint my nails with their oval petals. I guess that’s how growing up defines its true meaning.
Anyways, now that I remember how nicely I used to make the best out of this flower. I’ll definitely paint my nails tomorrow or maybe place it on my hair.
Immensely Grateful :)
