She closed her eyes and squeezed her eyes lids firmly, in a desperate attempt to clear her head and concentrate on the task in hand.
She once again looked at the hundreds of potted plants and trees surrounding her. She wanted something green for her home to bring solace to her eyes and positive energy to her surroundings. ‘If only a bunch of greens could bring peace..’ her logical thoughts tried to creep in but was stopped by the friendly voice of the store assistant “Hey!! need help? What are you looking for?”
“Arrrr..Plants” she said in an unsure tone. “How about some chrysanthemum” the store assistant said pointing to the closest bunch of pots with bright colored flowers.
“Oh no!! I do not want any thing seasonal. I am looking for something permanent.” she replied
‘Seasonal! Seasonal!!’ thought the big chrysanthemum flower. ‘You reject me calling me seasonal. Yes, I live for only two months but what is so permanent about your life’
‘Every few years the people who are important in your life change. Every few month what interests you change. Every few days your perception of people and their perception for you change. Every few hours your own mood change… and I am not permanent?’
‘You are defined by people who surround you. When people love you, respect you and need you; you bloom and flourish. You beam in pride, glow in confidence and chirp in happiness. When others or same people question you, ignore you and hurt you; you retreat, you close, you wilt.’
‘There is not an emotion that is yours and that does not manifest because of people around you. You feel love, joy, happiness, trust, confidence, loneliness, sadness, hurt, vengeance, depression, bitterness, hope and disgust as a reaction. These emotions touch you and leave. And then come back to touch you again. And they don’t even wait for a season.’
‘You, my friend, wilt and bloom more then me. You are only reactive like my brother touch me not. You are more fragile then the glass container that holds my likes in the living rooms.’
‘You, nice Lady, are much more seasonal then me’
