Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictous manner. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
The rains had stopped but the roads were still wet. Diya looked out of the window of the cab and was mesmerised by the beauty of the mountains. She always felt loved and supported when she was close to nature. Vivan loved the cool winds and embraced their soothing touch.
The cab driver drove them to the nearest florist which was a nice, attractive and cosy shop.
“This seems splendid,” said Diya walking in followed by Vivan.
“How may I help you mam?” a cute florist asked her,” we do have a really wonderful lot this week. Would you like to have a look at some of our fresh lilies?”
“No thank you,” said Diya looking around,” I understand that you have a truly wonderful collection in here. But I am not here to buy anything. I need to click a few pictures of these wonderful flowers. Will you please allow me to do so? I am willing to pay you a reasonable amount.”
“Thats all right,” said the florist,”as long as you promise to give credit to our shop wherever you put your pictures.”
“You can take my word for it,” said Diya feeling truly grateful.
“Diya,” said Vivan who had been carefully observing their conversation,” you really have a heart for creativity.”
“I will take that compliment,” she said turning around and facing him,”I hope this venture isnt boring for you.”
“I was looking for a chance to spend more time with you,” he said moving an inch closer to her,”but you went a step ahead and asked me out on a date. I am quite pleased.”
“You think you are quite smart?” she said in her soft voice,” then why dont you take charge of making our very first date a memorable one?”
“I am not getting this at all,” he said taking a step back,” what exactly are you trying to say?”
“What does one say at the end of a successful first date?” she asked leaning back on the woodstand.
“I guess,” he said,” they plan on a second date.”
“And what else?” she said with a cute smile.
“Maybe its something like I really like you?”
“Vivan,” she said,” thats pretty understood. People go on a date because they like each other.”
“I dont know Diya. What do you want to hear?”
“That I wont tell,” she said moving towards a collection of lilies,” lets see how smart you are.”
Vivan stood there silently looking at her. Ms. Manya had told him that he would soon be meeting some nice companions. Diya and Nisha had filled up the vacuum in his heart. Arjun and he were always there for each other and now there were two more sweethearts to care for them.
“O my,” said Diya with excitement,”these are dog flowers. I adore them so much. And they are in so many shades. Vivan, will you please click a picture of me holding these.”
“Why not,” he said taking the phone from her hands,” you do look like a princess holding these. Besides, I never knew you liked dog flowers too.”
“I am filled with joy and ecstasy on seeing them,” she said,” they are so cute.”
“And so are you,” he said as he clicked her picture.
“Its raining again,” she said hearing the sound of the raindrops on the rooftops.
“Carry on with your work Diya. We shall see to this later.”
Vivan sat down on one of the huge wooden chairs placed in a beautifully decorated corner. He felt quite peaceful sitting there. The soothing fragrance of the flowers coupled with the pleasing aroma of the lavender oil diffuser made him go into a state of deep relaxation. As he closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair, a vision flashed in front of his eyes. He saw a picture depicting the various phases of the moon which he had seen recently in his reference book.
“These pictures are lovely,” the florist told Diya,” where do you plan to use them?”
“I am working on an assignment,” she said,” its about nature and healing.”
“Thats lovely,” she said,” but dont you think it isnt wise to pluck flowers from their natural abode and trade them like this?”
“I am glad,” said Diya,”that you too feel the same,” in my project I am going to encourage people to gift each other small flower pots so that these precious flowers wont wither away.”
“Diya!” said Vivan rushing towards her,”I know what you want to hear.”
Diya looked at the florist who quietly left the spot.
“Say it then,” said Diya wondering if he had guessed it right.
“Not here,” he said,” are you done with your work?”
“Almost,” she replied not knowing what he would say.