A flower a day

My friends and ‘blog fans’ (they are less than 7 but please allow me to gloat about the fact that I have people who I can call fans of my writing!!!) have been continuously sending me messages regarding the blog’s sleeping mode. I must confess, first two weeks of university have been kind of hectic and third year is just starting to sink in, but that is not the only reason I haven’t blogged. Whenever I open a new white sheet to type my words and produce a text that may or may not be read, I write a couple of words, but then delete everything and close the tab. Why? I don’t know why really. Maybe because on a personal level I really have nothing left to say to anyone in my life and I am just waiting for that experience that will change me 180 degrees, or maybe because death is our current theme. Whatever newspaper I open, whatever media platform I decide to browse, there it is, as bold as it could be, a news piece about how 200 young men had to be murdered because of their belief, or how 180,000 human beings had to walk through another country for hours to find safety……you know the list. So what could I possibly write to make it better? there is no ‘let us sugar coat this’ or ‘put a cherry on top of that’ to cover the horrendous crimes that are attacking the human race. Therefore, who am I to sit behind a computer screen and start typing away about the misery of the world? That is why, today, I decided to blog about something different, something my own eyes saw, admired and wished it upon you, the globe, and I.

I entered a small grocery store the other day, it was late on a Friday afternoon. An old man entered and looked around. He started checking out the bouquets of flowers at the door comparing the price tags and counting the coins he had with him. Out of no where, the employee said: there is a bouquet which is about to die out, you can take it for no charge. The old man’s smile widened and he quickly accepted with an appreciative bow to the young employee. As he left, I went to the cashier and he started saying: “I’ve been working here for 3 years now, and this man comes every afternoon to buy flowers, if he only has a 10p on him, he’ll buy a flower, just one. Once, my curiosity asked him why he wants to buy this non-essential item when he is clearly struggling financially. He gave me this silent look, I thought I was rude and so quickly turned around, but then as he paid for the bouquet, he said: I’ve been married for 40 years, she has been sick for the last 10 of them, but not once have I entered without the smell of a fresh flower in my hand. I don’t want her to think that because she is sick she is not worthy of it. She is. She is my whole life and like this flower, if I have no money, I would do what I can to get it, that’s it, I would do what I can for her, even if I don’t have a lot to offer. These flowers are my way of saying ‘I will never give up on you'”

I don’t know how life was and is for that man and his wife, but from that very short story, I can tell that these flowers have spoken on behalf of his loving heart!

May you all be granted someone who would give you a flower a day to keep misery away, even if it is just for one minute.


10 thoughts on “A flower a day

  1. Well, it is surely not “I have nothing left to say to anyone..” 🙂

    Thanks for sharing this with us. Simple things, it is all about those passed-by simple things.

    * When u r facing a writer’s block and/or shortage of ideas. Or even lacking purpose in blogging this might come handy



  2. I am a fan my dear cousin! I enjoy every word and open your blog in the office, whenever I need a break from work! Thumbs up, well-done, and please keep them coming 😉 ❤ God bless,

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