Tuesday, 3 March 2015

The First Story: A Fading Rose (Cheesy Titles for the win)

 There was a situation that happened while in high school that put everything that I was confused about at the time in perspective and cleared all the chaos in my mind. I remembered it when I took this picture. So if you the reader are willing to continue, here is that story.

I was on my way to a girl's house. Not just any girl's house, this girl was astonishingly beautiful and she captured my heart the moment I first saw her. Anyway, I was sitting in my car, nervous as hell, and I saw a man selling bouquets of roses. I asked my driver to pull over so I could buy a rose and as I opened my door, I stopped.

I stopped. I didn't get out. I don't remember why though, All that comes to mind now is that I stopped because I realized that it would never work out and I didn't want to invest everything I had into this girl.

That moment, was one of the moments where the idiot in me triumphed.

I thought I should wait for a couple days and then get her that rose. Once I took this photo, I  imagined those bouquets back on the dusty streets of India fading and wilting in the same manner as this rose is.

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