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An Autobiography of Flower

  • Date Submitted: 07/29/2012 07:29 AM
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Autobiography of a flower
I am a beautiful red rose in a garden where there are only roses. Aha! I feel so happy when I see the immaculate beauty that I am and my friends are. Just when I see the beauty of my friends around me, I can well imagine how beautiful I also must be, for, after all, we are alike.
People coming to this garden, appreciate each one of us and we feel as happy as punch. I feel the happiest as, I am the largest rose of a bright red colour and all visitors point out to me, then I feel as though I am on top of the world.
When I hear the conversations of the visitors, the thrill that follows is beyond your comprehension. I have to agree that I am very beautiful and my entire species is a beauty to reckon with. You know when people describe me as a combination of elegance, beauty and boldness all wrapped in one, I feel as though I am in the seventh heaven.
All around me there are roses of different colours, there are red roses that is of my color, there are pink ones, light pink and dark pink ones, light lemon color ones, a very light mauve species and can you imagine, there are also some black ones. What a variety of colors we present and I often imagine the colors of the painting box of God. He must be having a huge variety of colors.
The garden, in which we stand, is a public garden. I believe the garden belongs to the Municipal Corporation of Delhi or, it is responsible to look after us. Daily a few gardeners come to see what all we require and they report to their seniors. The gardener's water all of us daily prune us to make us look neat and tidy.
At times, the gardeners take our cuttings to plant elsewhere. When they use the scissors on us it pains us and as far as I am concerned, I being rather big, feel for the Youngers when the gardeners' scissors play on their bodies, I feel pained for them. It is real fun and a pleasure to realize that, I belong to a species of flowers that are known for their beauty, fragrance and color, and are...

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