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"Falling flower" "Falling flower" She used to bel

"Falling flower" "Falling flower"

She used to believe if a flower falls on her while sitting under the tree then something good will happen to her. She used to wait for flowers every time she goes to the park and sit on the bench. But it never happened. And with time she forgot it. After a few years, she moved to a new city. She was living life happily with some dreams, some regrets, some hope and some courage. "Going with the flow" was not her motto but somehow her nature. One day walking around her home she found a bench. She started sitting there, after her walks and somedays she found flowers sitting there before her. They were beautiful and they were like her. Finding their way on their own. She started picking them whenever she saw one of them alone and take with her. Doing so one day she suddenly remembered her belief about falling flowers. She smiled and again picked up a flower waiting for her. Her smile was different. It felt different like she grew up. Learnt a new way of love. The next day she went to the bench and suddenly something fell. And she was surprised. She again smiled differently. It felt like she believed again something. Growing up has changed things. Even she is not that same person yet there are some parts of her being that will remain with her. And she walked back with herself holding a new fragrance of hope in her hands.

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"Falling flower" "Falling flower"

She used to believe if a flower falls on her while sitting under the tree then something good will happen to her. She used to wait for flowers every time she goes to the park and sit on the bench. But it never happened. And with time she forgot it. After a few years, she moved to a new city. She was living life happily with some dreams, some regrets, some hope and some courage. "Going with the flow" was not her motto but somehow her nature. One day walking around her home she found a bench. She started sitting there, after her walks and somedays she found flowers sitting there before her. They were beautiful and they were like her. Finding their way on their own. She started picking them whenever she saw one of them alone and take with her. Doing so one day she suddenly remembered her belief about falling flowers. She smiled and again picked up a flower waiting for her. Her smile was different. It felt different like she grew up. Learnt a new way of love. The next day she went to the bench and suddenly something fell. And she was surprised. She again smiled differently. It felt like she believed again something. Growing up has changed things. Even she is not that same person yet there are some parts of her being that will remain with her. And she walked back with herself holding a new fragrance of hope in her hands.

#shortstory #herstory #flowers #thingsshelovesandbelieve #life #learnunlearn #growingwithlife #grishmastories