I GOT A ROSE

Story of two different females

I was on a village tour, enjoying a quite, soothe evening between farms walking through the mud tracks. My eyes fell upon those little purple and white flowers on the side of the road, which maybe weed. I found them so common and so beautiful at the same time. Not too vibrant not too dull, just there unnoticed, waiting to be taken by someone who appreciates their beauty. I took them home, to give flowers to all the women in our house who stay in kitchen all day, even during the scorching heat to prepare meals for us on time.

A little girl followed me almost everywhere while I was distributing my tokens of love. It was sad to see, but most of them threw the flowers because they smelled bad, which they didn't to me; and because they were weed. They're village women and it's not a big deal for them. It did feel sad but I understood their reason. So I gave the rest of them to the same little girl behind me, "This is for you because you are cute" and walked away to do the rest of my chores.

It was funny how she followed me almost everywhere with the flowers in her hand and watched me do anything at all. I looked at my phone with some relief after I got lucky to catch some network in a place like this. I realised much later she was looking at my screen all along so I called her to sit next to me and clicked some pictures together. I let her play with my phone and when she asked "Why did you give it to me? No one let's me touch theirs, why did you? "

I smiled, "Maybe because it's not useful to me right now."

We spent some more time looking at the sunset and then went down.

After an hour or two, she held my arm, gave me a rose and said "This is for you because you are good and kind. You are sweet and gentle which no one is to me. I like you because of that, so thank you." I couldn't tell her then but now I know she did it. As much inhuman I was, she made me feel little less of that. I never got a rose before.

They don't have any reason to be bad to me but they still are and I know how it feels to be treated like crap by everyone when you don't deserve it. Because she was the youngest among her adult cousins, I could feel a part of her pain when she was ignored while asking stupid questions. They forget, they always forget the power of love because they think they've grown up.

They're busy with their lives and don't even stop to notice what a sweet gentle rose she is. "You're beautiful" I told her and she blushed. She blushed and still denied looking down,

"I'm not"

"Why?"

".... because I'm dark"

I was speechless because I could not explain her how she was wronged by the boundaries set by her fellow villagers and outside world of being beautiful only when you're fair. I could not explain how the world is better out there, out of her village and in my city where they will accept her the way she was, that there are good people like me who don't see her skin because it's dark. There are people like me who fall in love with her because she's beautiful in and out. I could not explain her she was capable of so much just with her smile. I was ashamed of myself because I couldn't tell her she was wrong.

I smiled, "You're beautiful and that's that". She looked down again and didn't admit it still. I was ready to sit and convince her, even if it would take an entire year, and yes I would have; but we were disturbed by a gush of people entering our room so we couldn't talk much.

While I was leaving, she gave me another rose and said "This one because I'll miss you."

"You shouldn't waste roses for people like me" which was an immediate reaction posing a blend of anger and love I had for this little village girl. I wished a bright future for her which was lost in a dust storm due to her parents' closed mindedness.

I hugged her and left.

Now when I am writing this before going to bed, I hope she finds the true beauty in herself.

But at last, I got a rose.

By @Morphinated

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