” So guys are you up for the football match tomorrow” Rahul questioned passionately to his friends with whom he was walking back from the school .
Everyone yelled “yes” excitedly ,
Except one boy in the group who was lost in thoughts .
Rahul notices his absence and looked at him , following his gaze looking at a flower stall near by, he called out Razi
and shook him ” Where are you lost and What’s Der in that flower stall u looking at ?”.
Razi hesitantly answered ” oh nothing I was just looking at those girls at the shop ” and winked at the other boys in the group .
To which every one gave a laughter ,and the group left the place
Now it’s evening and razi is sitting in front of a bunch of flowers he bought from the same place he saw while coming back from the school and bought it When his friends were not around him.
Admiringly he looked at the flowers but was sad the next moment as reality struck him abruptly
and He wrote it down in his diary .
The series of questions that wer in his head.
“They talk about equality
But when it comes to men,
Why is it abandon to love what girls love ,
If some boy likes anything that’s girly, why do they have to be assumed as ‘gay’,
Why is so loving flowers uncool for boys” .
Why can’t people normalize colours and things and not use it for discriminating genders.
And why is it hard for me to open up about the love I have for flowers
Maybe I don’t want to get bullied .
Ranting about all he felt that
night and how much he loved flowers he then fell asleep on the desk .
Until his mother Came into his room
“Razi” he lovingly Called his name.
Razi heard her mother’s voice. He woke up from the half sleep ,Hesitantly tried hiding his diary and said ” MAA is everything fine ” his mother looked for a while and said ” yes, I just saw Ur lights on so just came to check u up.” razi said “oh I was just going for bed , after winding my work”. Nodding her head as her mother was about to turn she saw the flowers on his table and questioned her son , “what are those flowers doing on Ur Table”.
Before razi could explain her mother. She assumed n said “oh so u bought it for Ur sister as a birthday present I guess “
Razi could not or didn’t want to explain the reason and said “yes” with a warm smile .
Some days latter as razi was on the way to his school he got struck by a car and His family loss Their only son ,
Razi was gone leaving everyone .
But something favourite of his happened.
That he had received flowers for the 1st time ever since he was born, but on his deathbed . Isn’t it ironical.
Her mother later came across the diary his son used to write .
Turning to the last page she read everything about his son had written of the love that he had for flowers .
Clutching to the book n the dried petal
His mother could only cry and think about the day she had questioned him for having flowers on his table.
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