"It always happens this way." The Sun told the Wind. "What does?" The Wind was as usual
"Thorns and roses - they always co-exist."
"But there outer self is in such irony to the inner self."
The Sun gave the Wind a blank look. Surmising the hint the Wind chose to clarify further.
"Yesterday when I was blowing I overheard the rose talking to itself..."
I don't know why the hell people smile when they see me. I look so pathetic. All my life
I simply exist being a sharp and pointed thing good for nothing except hurting
people. Or may be they feel better about themselves after seeing my silly and ugly
The Wind sighed and continued. "I overheard the thorn too..."
I don't know why people are afraid of me. Some even ask their children to maintain safe
distance from me whereas I think I am one of the most beautiful thing ever created. My
petals, my design, my colour, my softness, my aura, my romance...where else would they get
such an austere mix? And yet...still, I thank God for the way he made me and no matter what
others think or do to me I would rather prefer to remain happy forever as in the end there
are so few things in this world which are as beautiful as I am.
"So", this time the Sun sighed, "the rose is unhappy for it assumed itself – probably
looking at the thorn all its life – to be just a thorn and thus ignored the happiness that
it deserved all these years. While on the other hand the thorn assumed itself to be a rose
and thus enjoyed happiness ever since."
The Wind nodded.
"It always happens this way."
"Happiness can definitely follow us wherever we go and whatever we do ... only if we
know what we are and what actually we are looking at."
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY