The Yellow Rose

Every person is special. Every relation is special. Each is to be
looked after specially, with special attention to it. Words are merely
a medium, mere postmen or messengers of emotions. What are to be heard
are emotions behind words, words are ignorable. It is like reading a
letter from your loved one, it is the texture and the wetness of the
paper that is to be treasured, the smell of the ink and the smell of
the gum on the stamp that was made wet with the tongue and lips rather
than water. It is not the content that matters, it is the thought that
that friend thinks about you. His words don't matter, it is the effort
that he took to tell you that he misses you which is to be
appreciated. That is building a relation.

I believe yellow roses build relations the best but not because people
say so. Just imagine what a yellow rose looks like on a winter morning
with dew drops on it! The mere sight of it early in the morning is so
refreshing, as if it is smiling at you, telling you "I am so glad to
see you this morning, isn't this a wonderful morning?" The first thing
I feel like doing on such occasion is going and smelling it, tickling
its petals to feel the softness and smoothness of its texture. And
then that fragrance fills you up for the entire day, every stressed
situation you just go back and remember that moment you smelled that
yellow rose and it makes you feel good. That is building a
relationship, making a difference in someones life. Have you spread
such fragrance in anyone's life? Does your smile make someone's day
special? Has anyone ever felt like touching you to feel your tender
soft texture? And most importantly, do you have dew drops on you every
day?

The Happy Prince.