'What is the most dis respectful thing you can ever do to a person?'
Caressing the beautiful, red petals of a half-bloomed rose, he asked.
'Comparison. Degrading one's self for the sake of praising another being.'
She answered plucking the most beautiful rose from them.
'Why did you pluck that? Hah! That was the most umique of all.' He admonished her in his desperation.
'See? You compared it with others. This one is the most beautiful of all, I pluckef it. And now? Your praising sight would be a reason for it not growing and turning to a fruit. While, the rest of the rosses, that you degraded will not stop growing and will give lives to more precious ones. This is because we mostly pick the gems and leave the uncut diamonds behind.'She explained.
He stood there manipulating his understandimg mixed with a touch of confusion.
'A flower never sees the other flower beside it, it just blooms. A bird never sees the flight of the rest, but flies as high as it can. One should Get obsessed with the flaws and worship the imperfections.'
Tugging the pretty rose in her braid, she turned back and walked away like a dancing ripple.
