The Fragile Flower…

Riya was asleep when he came into the room. He smiled, walked to her side, and pulled the blanket up to cover her. He gave her a kiss, but she didn’t wake, and he didn’t disturb her. He could have sworn she had smiled. Taking it out from his pocket, he kept it near her diary, which he noticed was on the bedside table.

He knew it wasn’t going to be difficult. Not that Riya was easy to please, but they had been going through a difficult phase in their marriage then. She had been eager to have a baby, but he had kept denying her. He wasn’t ready, not with the threat of losing his job looming over him. But she had kept persisting.

He had taken to sleeping in the guest room, but when she still didn’t give in, it had happened. He hadn’t meant to do it, but in that wretched moment, he had slapped her… a tight, crisp slap that had echoed in the silence of the night. He had left her in her room, crying. And he had gone to the terrace, to mull things over looking at the full moon as it swam through the clouds.

When he came down, the digital clock on the showcase in the hall had showed 19:00 28-03-2014. And he remembered. He remembered it was their anniversary. And he felt even more terrible. Closing the door silently behind him, he had gone to the florist near their home, and asked for a white rose.

He smiled, holding the rose as he paid the florist. He could still remember their first date. It was on Valentine’s Day. He had been pushed into a blind date by his friend, and he had chosen a white rose to give to Riya. He didn’t feel red was right.

To his delight, Riya had loved it. White roses were her favorite, she had said. The blind date had worked out so well, that they started seeing each other. “It was destiny,” she once said to him. When he proposed, it was also with a white rose. He had asked her, “Would you be my fair flower forever?” and she had said yes.

As he recollected those moments, he realized he missed Riya. He missed her warmth nearby, and he missed her smile, something that he had taken away, even when he had no right to. He walked to their room, and saw that she was still sound asleep.

He thought he’d surprise her. He took Riya’s diary and opened it to the last entry. Something fell out, but it was the entry that caught his attention more.

Like this white rose, my heart has become fragile. With every day minute second that passes by with him unhappy, it’s like a part of my petal crumbles away. If only he’d tell me why he is unhappy… maybe he’s unhappy with me. Today is our anniversary. And I think I know what to gift him.

He wanted to tell her then how much he loved her, why he was unhappy, and that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. But she turned in her sleep, and away from him. Looking down, he saw the pressed white rose, which had fallen down from the diary. He gently took it and placed it back near the last entry.

He opened his pen, and wrote below that.

like this white rose, my heart is fragile too,
but it has stayed unbroken because of you;
if our marriage feels like it’s crumbling today,
it’s because of me, those worries I hid away.
a rose may have withered, but I ask you this,
can’t we try to rekindle, the love that we miss?
I’m not unhappy with you, and I can never be,
I know what I’ll gift you, this anniversary.

He felt Riya’s breath behind him, and turned around. She looked at him sadly, but her eyes had been on his words. He saw her lips form the words, “Are you sure?” and he nodded. She didn’t smile, but he felt her hands hold him closer than ever before.

It was after he fell asleep that she saw the fresh white rose on the bedside table. She smiled, took her diary again; and closed her entry.

“Two fragile roses crumbled today. But a fresh rose finds a fresh start. This rose too will have memories for me; of the day he told, that two shall soon, become three.”

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.

To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 6, the word chosen by me was FRAGILE, around which this story was written.

(7th April 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

52 thoughts on “The Fragile Flower…”

  1. OMG *wipes away tears* its beautiful…I loved the way you showed these moments between them…..Oh wow 🙂

    P.S: Loved the ending and now I know why the debate 🙂

    • Thanks Jb. Glad you loved the story! I was still tempted to go change the ending again! Tough to choose endings at times.

  2. Leo, every single word you write is incredibly touching to me. I don’t have to know the people before I meet them in your pieces. They are fully formed and real and so very wonderful to read about. You are a great writer.

    jean My F post will not be up for a while–it is still Sunday in NY

    • It is not. I think it could be. But it is not. That’s why I love fiction. Simple is always possible. Thanks Lizzy 🙂

  3. loved this one totally! its so true that often fears unexpressed are the ones that brings cracks in relationships! its better to talk them out and solve the problem 🙂 brilliant story 🙂

    • Indeed so 🙂 It may be something trivial. Or something that may hurt the other person. But I think the silence hurts both of them more.

      Glad you liked the story Swathi 🙂

  4. Appreciate the theme you’ve chosen here, Leo 🙂 Two roses crumbling and a fresh rose being born…. if we were to view life in as simple terms as that, there would be fragrance all along !!

    • Thanks Sree. Yes. It’d be much simpler then. I think that’s why I love fiction. The simpler option is always a possibility 🙂

    • Believe me, Bawa. I contemplated that grimmer ending till 10 minutes before I posted! I wrote it, then deleted it, wrote this one, then deleted and wrote the grim and finally thought this was better! No wonder I hate endings 😛

      Thanks for liking the play of emotions!

  5. Ah, I was sure it would end the other way – dunno why, but I did! So it was all the more pleasant for the mush and goo addict in me to go awwww…at the end 🙂 Particularly as I can empathise, given that I’m with a week old granddaughter, right now 🙂

    Thank you for ending it thataway 😀

    Loved it!

    • Like I said to Hrishi, I was tempted to 🙂 But am glad you liked the ending thisaway 😛 Thanks, Usha ji! Congratulations on the granddotty btw 😀

  6. This, though categorized at ‘non- poetic’, is sheer poetry. You have a way with words, the dance to the melody you create. 🙂

    • Thank you for the sweet award 🙂 I’ll accept it, but not in April atleast, Swathi. This month’s a little frantic.

  7. That was beautiful..! 🙂
    You have improved with every story and poem and such a delight it has been to read you thru this challenge!! 🙂

  8. Loved it! you have so beautifully captured the life and the struggles, the memories and the warmth of two hearts, roses, in your words and given us a beautiful story 🙂 🙂

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