A White Flower


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What else do you want in life? A peaceful Sunday with a cup of coffee and a nice book to read sounds great. Add a light drizzle outside your window. Your day is made. That’s a perfect Sunday for me. In the month of February came a Sunday similar to this. When life surprises you with such small cherish able moments even you feel like make others happy. That’s when I thought I should make this Sunday a little special for my mom too. 

For the past couple of months my mom was trying to convince me to clean up my old wardrobe. But I managed to avoid this every time with the same ‘every working women favourite alibi’ – “I am very busy with my office stuff. Give me time and I will definitely do it”.

Finally I was free and in a good mood so headed towards my wardrobe. It was a complete mess. It contained what not- My old projects from school, school badges, few diaries from my school days, my badminton racket (which papa gifted me when I won the inter college badminton championship), all my trophies since school, some from college and university too, few certificates, one of my school tie, some gifts from friends and a book gifted my Mehek on my 22nd birthday. 

I was experirncing the moments that disappeared in some faded corners of time. 

I opened the book. I like the smell of old books. It transports me to another world. The world, I sailed through with the eloquent authors. 

Books also remind me of small incidents happened while reading the book. Like I still remember when I was reading harry potter and the goblet of fire, Kasturi narrated verbatim how Fleur Delacour was introduced in the book. I used to count whenever she did that. I guess more than a dozen times she did that with the same intensity.

Oh I found harry potter and the chamber of secrets on the right shelf. I didn't know I kept this book here. This was and is my favourite of all times. I flipped through the pages and I found something unexpected. A dry white flower. 

I almost forgot this until I saw it. But which one is that?

I was in 7th standard and was a newcomer. The school environment was different for me and there were people who made it more difficult. One of them was Kabir. Reasons are still unknown. He wrote my name with any random guy from class and would enjoy my embarrassment. One day when I couldn't take it any more and tears trickled down my eyes he apologized with a white flower. 

Once when he lost a game of badminton, he pushed me in frustration then realized his mistake and apologized with a white flower. 

On that excursion he accidentally locked me inside a washroom attached to the restaurant. I was found after 20 minutes. I had an asthma attack. Doctor was called and almost an hour later my breathing came back to normal. He apologized with a white flower.

Whichever is that, it surely beholds some of the most torturing experiences of my life. Sometimes you don’t just preserve good memories but the bad ones too.

I kept that flower in the book back. And put all the stuff in the wardrobe again.

When mom asked me why didn't discard anything. “There’s nothing to discard”.

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