Friday, 15 March 2013

But when…?



“Pappa, please click that pot. The flowers are looking cute”, cries the five years old girl.

But I was not interested in posing to them. Why should I? They go out and breathe fresh air. They enjoy the sunshine and the chill breeze. They walk in the snowfall and get drenched in rain. But, I am placed here, beside a window sill. I see the World outside and my heart cries for freedom. I curse my beauty. I would prefer freedom to beauty.

And I am waiting for that day when I will be released from this cage.

But when…?

As a part of Friday Fictions

14 comments:

  1. You gave a voice to the plants ... beautiful story !!!

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  2. A different point of view - good job.

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  3. Absolutely wonderful.
    And very moving for those of us who believe that plants have feelings too.

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  4. A beautiful take on the prompt. Interesting point of view

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  5. you give the lily a great voice in this
    well done/ she deserves to be free

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  6. Beautiful thoughts Satya! "I would prefer freedom to beauty."
    Can be applied to any living thing! :)

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  7. I'd like to say that's why I eventually plants all my indoor flowers outside (which I do), but that isn't why. :-) I enjoyed your story, though, and hope someone takes pity on poor Lily.

    janet

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  8. Ah, from the plant's perspective. we feel so magnanimous giving the plant a home, but the plant has a different perspective.

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  9. Originality giving words to the plant. Nice.

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  10. You make me want to set the Lily free. Lovely take on the prompt.

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  11. Poor lily... confined to a pot. I like that take.

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  12. I like your use of the word World. Good story, well told. Time will come. Always does.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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