I took the usual path to my office; the greenery and beautiful flowers always perked me up. One morning, this new yellow rosebud caught my attention from amongst the many flowers, swaying in sync with the gentle breeze. From that day on, every time I crossed that path, my eyes would search for that one yellow bud as I watched it blossom and open up into this most beautiful rose I'd ever seen; sunshine yellow and surprisingly it made the garden much brighter and more attractive.
One day as I was gazing and absorbing the beauty of this rose, the gardener went up to it and cut it off, perhaps for a bouquet. As the rose was dropped into the basket, there was this sudden strong wind that tugged on a petal. I stood mesmerized as the petal made its journey towards me. I just had to reach out to touch it fleetingly, before it was blown away. In that one moment, that's all it took, its softness, fragrance and hue was etched in my mind forever.
 |
 |
|
| That is what memories are made up of…A certain emotional connection, however fleeting. |
|  |
Now of course this rose would not stay beautiful forever. One day it would have withered and died. But I did not see that happening so it was not part of my memory.
Till today, every time I see a yellow rose, however beautiful, my mind goes back to that one particular yellow rose, a connection trapped in that moment of time.
That is what memories are made up of…A certain emotional connection, however fleeting. It could be just a look…or a smile...or a few words of encouragement….or a touch...even a feeling.
Memories are the emotional crutches we hold on to, when the going gets tough.
Be the first to comment this article.