It happens for a reason

We all think we have that  "one true love" in our life who stays with us as long as we live. But life is not as we think. Life sometimes gives you just pain and nothing else. Contentment is something we should find ourselves.  

One fine morning, with cool breeze cuddling the plants and, the orange rays of dawn who was fearlessly ready to show his extended arms embracing the whole planet and butterflies with their tiny radiant wings flying around, I noticed a tiny bud struggling to bloom. I knew no person knew to unfold them, but the God! That was a small part which God loved to play...  He unfolded each and every petals softly so that she could feel each stage of life herself how hard it would be. When she was fully bloomed, she started spreading around her fragrance. I could really feel it. Her family held their head high, being proud of her. She was unquestionably beautiful like an unconscious smile of a newborn.  

This beautiful smile reminded me of something. I still remember the chuckle of him. It was like a rhythmic rumble which pebbles make when the waves from sea draws back. This never faded from my ears. It had an eternal note of  melancholy in it. I could still feel it. 

I could smell the scent in the air which attracted many butterflies and bees towards her. She was contentedly playing around with them. Then my thoughts went back somewhere in the past. I haven't ever felt something like this in my adolescence. But those didn't last so long. As I grew up, there emerged an adoration towards materialistic things. That was a seasonal change like spring following winter which is never permanent.

But still, there are a few things which are permanent and never fades away with time. Those permanent elements like a smile of an infant, queries of a little child, chirping of birds, drumming of woodpecker, Scent of sand after a rain, sound of the sea waves, ripple on a pond, etc which is a very long list. 

That was a quiet instantaneous incident which my eyes couldn't resist the tears started rolling down. A man with a basket full of roses dressed up all in a South Indian traditional attire. He was trying to pluck all the roses around. I could see in her face, the throbbing pain she felt. She was petrified that she couldn't move even in a blowing wind. I wished I could help her. This reminded me of the same situation which I had. I felt the same, when the person above taught me what a heavy heart is. It reminded me of the situation when I became triumphantly excited when I saw him. This made me realize Nature has its own way of explaining things to us. Each and every thing which has life, will definitely have an culmination. So let's enjoy our life. Keep doing good deeds.