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I walked on the grassy patch, I caught a whiff from a solitary white rose perched high amidst the foliage.
The subtle fragrance that it spread made me stop awhile and gaze at it.
I wondered how it spread so much fragrance or why was it pristine white.
I wondered how it stood unblemished and untarnished with all the dust and grime around.
It stood perched on its thin peduncle majestic and proud.
I bent down to caress its pristine petals.
“Oh!” I suddenly winced in pain.
A sharp thorn underneath pricked my finger and scarlet red droplets oozed onto the white petals staining them here and there in myriad dots.
But the white rose still danced merrily on its thin stalk as if mocking me for daring to challenge its aura.
It was laughing at me for being a mere naive mortal.
It was wise and fearless for it knew its intrinsic beauty and radiance.
It knew that no mire could defile it.
Any blemish would only enhance its pristine radiance and look beautiful on it.
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”.
It was singing cockily aloud laughing at my naivete.
Its beauty shone through all dust and grime because it knew its worth.
It was beautiful and proud even of its blemished beauty.
It told me to be its friend.
I wanted to be like the white rose, carefree and happy even in times of turmoil and censure.
It told me to love myself to shine bright.