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roses for the one u love………

December 8th, 2008

 

Today it has been 11 months without ……….Mukesh…………i was crying since morning & asking myself why time never stops for sumone…………I have learned no matter how big  or deep ur grief is …the world never stops for ur pain………………suddenly in the evening i came across this story………….i know my posts are very long & little boring…………..still i want all of u to spare some time to read this…………….

 

 

 

 

ROSES


Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.

And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine”, like all the years before.


Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?
“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,”
The owner said, “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.
Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop;
Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just
waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship.

Love of my Husband

December 8th, 2008

 

 

LOVE & LIFE


This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.

My husband is S/W Engineer by profession,
I love him for his steady nature
and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to
admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a
little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his
lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into
our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a
divorce.

“Why? ” he asked, shocked.

“I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of
disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even
express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?

And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right… It’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I
guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is the question. If you
can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.

Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we
both are sure that picking the flower will cause your
death. Will you do it
for me?”

He said: ” I will give you your answer tomorrow…” My hopes just sank by
listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with
his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near
the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but…..please allow me to
explain the reasons further…..

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and
you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can
help to restore the programs

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush
home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a
new city. I have to save
my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every
month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by
infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to
cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your
eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip
your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also
hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine
and the beautiful sand…and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the
colour of the glow on your young face….

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more
than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die … “


My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And
as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer,
and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing
outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly
with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….Now I am very sure
that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to
leave the flower alone…


That’s LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in
between the peace and dullness.

 

 

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