The fallen flowers
Did you ever thought about the fallen flowers? They just breathe for a few hours, then they rot and get decomposed into nothingness. It takes quite a long time for a plant to become a tree and flowers to bloom and fall every spring, every autumn but today we, in this era, convince ourselves with
' Abhi wakt Haina !'
Dear Dan,
None ever could be this damn brave and this damn patient as you were with Shuili. It might not be love but curiosity, it might not be friends but humanity, it may be you just being sensitive and effective of her sudden condition but putting all those countless efforts without anyone asking or leaning on you, keeping her lovely memories alive that made her breathe again, her family to rely again on hope and trying without caring about the bottom. She is definitely someone you admire, someone you wish and care for even after everything passed by you have hopes and you looked into the Shuili flowers and expected her to be healthy every morning. None would have gone this far with just one question of curiosity, but you have proved to living is practical, even in a place where humanity and love rely on hope.
Thank you Dan for staying, thank you for being optimistic with every failure, for trying, for not minding others, for calling out to Shiuli every day, for waiting and letting Shuili take her time, for not losing out on something trivial, and for safe-keeping all the memories even if priced you 10kb of your space.
[Just reminding every person who is Dan in their own lives and own situations ]
The fallen flowers - I will wait for you!
''I know how immersed in life you are, skipping from realities, creating duality, as simple and opaque things have been, yet you couldn't wait but promised me that you will! ''
It was after many years when the old mistakes were forgiven and washed away, she said she'd meet me before I leave the city but she never showed up, I kept calling but the luck wasn't on the right track and this was for the last time I looked back and decided never to visit the place again and never returned. But I always wondered why she didn't show up ...?
Everything was calm, as memorable as me picking up those fallen flowers but all you notice was the flowers. As silent as drawing sketches from a distance and letting my expressions submerge in the pages. But I'm grateful that you noticed. The flowers might have realized how long I waited for the hands approaching to take me out of zones. My sketchbook might have witnessed those tears that were secret all along. But I'm grateful my sole feelings never bothered the 'us' in between.
It was as simple as the opposite. All the changes that drove me here have witnessed my humanity fading and drifting apart. All the efforts I made for you taught me to brace up and never lose and thank you for staying all along letting me know you're there even though how worse I was. I stepped into a world with you where I had to be both strong and vulnerable, understanding and ignoring, trusting and heartbreaking, every page of my day turned into quiet sheets of a new change. I'm grateful that you understood. I never expected that you'd show up like that but neither I could believe that I will have to leave you like that. It's not sorry to wait, it is a wait for that first approach that can save your bond as life is short. Living situations in life doesn't mean that every new turn will meet you at your best or end on the best terms. It can be, it can be as complicated as draining your blood out.