The Rose Bush
Today Sia just lingered for a long time under the mango tree in her front yard after her early morning stroll .she, unlike many other youngsters of her age had a habit of getting up before daybreak and just lounge in the living room of her home for about half and hour and make herself a coffee and just lazily get charged for her morning walk. Somehow she felt that this was that hour of the day when she could just be all by herself and peaceful. That one cup of coffee was her only silent company. This loneliness had its own flavor and she savored all of that early hour. But today, last evenings, though very simple happenings ruminated in her mind. As she relaxed in the early morning breeze under the mango tree, she had a half amused and half smiling expression on her face. Sia, an art major had completed her degree and was applying for jobs in advertising companies and waiting for one of them to pick her up. She was a good painter and had the walls of her parent’s home giving a witness of her painting abilities. Sia loved everything beautiful and so Sia loved roses. She and Ishan were now seeing each other for the last two years of her graduation.Ishan worked in mumbai and since the time she came back to pune, Ishan came to see her after every few weeks and each time he brought her a bunch of roses. When she saw roses anywhere they would make her feel close to him. It had somehow become his ritual. All her friends had teased her about it. “What Sia, don’t you get bored of this nearly perfect boyfriend.” But she had not cared much. Since last two years she was fervently into gardening too and planted all types of flowering plants in their garden. Slowly and steadily she had picked up the skills of gardening and was now quite well versed of the unique needs of different plants and what their requirements of sun and shadows and the manure and the amount of water each one of them required. And in her garden she had planted a rose bush. When she brought it from the nursery she was told that it will have red roses. Like every other plant she cared for this one but this one was on her priority list As the days went by the rose bush grew in size but would just nor flower. She, by now had tried everything for it but it would just not flower. Each time she looked at it she had an unknown agony in her heart. She never had a heart to remove it from her garden and so it stood there amidst all the other flowering plants, flowerless. Since last few days she had become a little busy with her job applications and had paid a little attention to her pass time passion and told dinesh,their domestic help to look after the plants. She had meticulously explained him how to look after each plant.Dinesh had listened carefully and asked,”didi, what to do to this rose bush? And she had little wearily replied,”Water it, aur kya; it is of no use anyway.” Today she was waiting eagerly for Ishan to come. The week had been exhausting because she had traveled to Bangalore for an interview and just needed to meet him and tell him about what all happened throughout the week. Just telling him all that was important to her made her feel better and that was the time she needed him the most. This job was just so important to her and she had fervently wished that she got it. She was looking out of the window and from the corner of her eye she had observed that the rose bush was drooping a little and looked uncared for and she again wearily thought that it is of no use anyway.
Ishan’s car buzzed at the front gate and she walked to receive him at the door .She was so glad to see him and just the thought that his routine bunch of roses would emerge from the car . Ishan was there but there were no roses in his hand. She smiled but a bit tersely and asked,” Ishan,no roses for me this time.?” And he said,” that old lady at the toll plaza was not there today and then I did not go out of the way to get them from some other places. Are you not happy to see me.” Sia vaguely stared over his shoulder and her gaze fixed at the rose bush. Looking at her vague stare, Ishan looked behind him and asked,”Sia, what is the matter?” And she had answered,” I made a mistake; Ishan.I should have taken care of it. I understand now, it’s about what we do here. It may bear flowers somewhere else. Ishan was baffled by her seemingly irrelevant talk. He urged,” Get over this dumb mood of yours now, Sia.”She talked that day but was a little lost in her own world and she knew that she had a secret revelation of her own today.