Thursday, October 15, 2009

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Office looks dull and empty...my cubicle is deserted...The skyline looks beautiful from this 10th floor highrise...I'm sipping the tasteless coffee... the usual sounds of the keyboard around...

I unlocked my treasure chamber today...It makes a weird screeching sound everytime...Guess its old like me...

A boquet of white flowers gently stacked inside... the flowers have almost withered... the white petals have turned pale with time...the leaves almost yellow and crisp...the white satin ribbons that carefully wrapped the roses looked greyish...I look at them often... I touched them like everyday...White roses from Scarbrique... a small town somewhere in Europe...


A boquet of white roses....Roses that smelt of lonely nights,teardrops, love and longing...it smelt of moments that were lost long back in the passage of time...it smelt of moonlit nights on a deserted beach...of footprints washed away by the waves of time...moments treasured...moments of eternal wait...moments of an inevitable end...

The girl who sits in my cubicle received these flowers a month back from a far away friend...She never took them home... She stacked them in my cupboard...
I don't really know how it feels when someone sends you flowers.... but these white roses will be special always...

6 comments:

Debleena said...

khub bhalo hoyeche monu...keep it up

sarmistha said...

monu??

Priya said...

it feels good...real good...its got that feel...its like the moment which we pass by everyday and forget to take a notice. :)

Dankest Cartoon said...

I want more of it...
And why this post dsn't have a Title!!

ani_aset said...

two posts i read..so simple yet so close to our life..i would like to thank you for making us notice what we overlook mostly :)

Rajesh said...

Nice one... simple yet touching. Life is not about the big things we do .. sometimes its the small things ( which we probably miss out on)