17. Yellow Rose Red Rose

When the spring arrived Tazzy made it known to us with a pleasant surprise.
“Harry, come fast I’ll show you something” he said excitedly at my door one evening.
“What’s it tell me” I said waiting no longer as I walked behind him to his room.
“Surprise, come” he replied building my curiosity. Once in his room he took me to the balcony and there it was, the surprise,
“It’s yellow, and that stands for friendship” he said pointing to the flower pot. A tender yellow rose looked out amongst the countless green leaves.
“What was your guess?” he asked me not able to contain his happiness. He surrounded the flower with his palms like a cup and then lowered his head to smell it.
“Red”
“Hmmm… maybe the next one will be red, you never know.”
“This is amazing; I never thought something like this would happen. It is beautiful.” I said appreciating and actually it was amazing. From almost nowhere he had made this possible, starting with that broken pot that anyone else would have simply chucked away. Now there was a healthy lush green rosebush.
“Smell it, it’s so refreshing” he said and I did just that.
“Great, it smells good. You did it man, you did it” I punched him on the shoulder.
“So are you planning to give it to somebody?”
“No, maybe you can give it to Aneesh” he said, “or Ansh”
“Okay, if I reach that far. But that will mean only friendship?”
“Good enough to start with, by then a red rose may blossom you never know.”
“Red stands for love?”
“Yes, red blood colour for love”
“Cool”We sat there for quite some time appreciating the effort nature had made in Tazzy’s balcony.