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The Fragile Rose

   I think its funny to such little and puny things and relate them to something as great as "Life" but, then again it takes a droplet to make a lake into an ocean (well u get the analogy right). So, here is another one of mine (another droplet into my lake of life because im 21 only).
   I was sitting idle and had nothing on my mind (trust  me it was literally nothing) when, i tissue paper in my bag caught my eye while, i was getting a hold of my water-bottle. I picked it up and started thinking about what i could do to it and then a childhood craft lesson came dashing into my mind but, it wasn't random because when i thought about it later on, it was because of a simple yet complex association, the association of Valentines Day. Its a day celebrated for love and as you all might know there is a series of days that come before this day and one of these many days is the rose day. So, i thought of that crafty skill that i was taught years back and put it to use. I made a rose out of paper actually, a more frail form of paper, "Tissue Paper" although it wasnt a very good one and not half as pretty as the one i used make in my childhood days  (as the tissue was bearing hell in my bag since more than 2 weeks). So, looking at that made me realize that what all could i do to something so frail (not the "making into a rose" part but the hell it has been bearing in my bag). I feel quiet strongly for a girl and believe me im restless when it comes to her attention. Well we all have our own rendition of the girl we love and equate it to one of those heroins in songs no matter what genre it is. I on other hand dont have one, i met her while she was walking behind me so no long never ending descriptions of the lovely girl but yes, i would describe her as "Happiness". All i know that she might be fascinated by the facade that she has been presented with all this time. I dont say that i have lied to her but she has never known the complete me. She might love the good side but wont like the bad side.
    Its like she is the Frail Paper who turned into a Rose for me and yet im just a Rose of Paper undeserving of the affection. 

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