November Roses – II

Saturday, June 6, 2011 . 41 comments . Posted in General

Seven years ago.

The mild wind from the West gently pressed the rose flowers in the backyard. The month of November was filled with laughter and sorrow. Soon the sun would descend, or one would need to ascend to find a haven. The rant of young students in the campus made the background break free from silence. Every wall had an ear to hear the hum of musings in this place. The heart of college lay with the students, and the college was built in rock with vivid shape of symbols. Students from different parts of the globe arrived to witness the beauty of this place as it was known for its absolute scenic beauty. The hostel that was situated at the topmost hill attracted many tourists – just to feel the warmth of stirring clouds. Beyond the hostel there was no path – it was the end point. People called it “Dead Cliff”.

Days passed by. November was colorful, like a rose flower with many shades, but the same month contained another, sadder scene just around the corner. The farewell night for senior students. Well, people come and go; no one is destined to stay forever. That is life. That is sad. But also true.

Room 207 was occupied by three musicians. The dark wall of this room was adorned with old posters, bulbs, and bells. Jeremy was a strange character unlike Steve or Richard. He loved fairy tales, and had lived his whole life with music and his favorite musician’s history. Nobody really knew him much on the campus because he was always in a different world. He was a loner. But Richard and Steve knew that he loved a girl because he used to write songs about a mystery girl.

Yet he never spoke a word about her.

The empty lawn had a wooden chair. Students used to rush in to see the beauty of the morning clouds. Room 207 had a backyard, and the chair belonged to Jeremy. He used to write notes and play guitar when nobody was around. He often said, “Music is an unknown feeling. People listen to it, relate to it, and shed tears of joy because of it. And it comes out good only with the blessings of nature”.

The days passed by…the clouds rolled away…until one dawn, a ray of sunshine slipped in and woke Jeremy from his deep sleep. He rose, walked towards the desk where his notes were scattered around, picked up a diary from the lot, opened to page number 56, wrote a note, and got ready to leave for the classes. The breeze from the unknown skies is always set to blow many a heart, and it blew the papers on the desk, making its way through the holes of a broken windowpane, toward the next door occupant who never knew anything about Jeremy or his life. He snatched the paper and read between the lines. It read, “Today, she will be there, like a fresh flower that spreads the scent of tomorrow. But tonight, we will be gone, like a feather in the wind.”

The dark road was far, yet many walked to glimpse the ray of lights. No one really gave up. No one really lost hope. They walked, until the light was thrust upon their dreams.

The empty auditorium of the college had many quotes. Most of them were inspirational quotes because students came to learn. They did not want to fall in love with anybody and fail, but in the long run, no one had control of their heart. Jeremy   was one of them. He never believed in love. He never had the urge to be loved. Richard and Steve found him strange, like a person who always wanted to end his life. He was full of hatred; and he walked through the lone corridor and sat in the corner of the auditorium where the sun’s rays heaved through with dusty haze. Tonight, the farewell, and he would walk away like another stranger with no memories to cherish. He came, learned, and would leave.

But nobody really wanted to do it.

The campus had more than thousand students, and his guitar always bled for his songs.  Many a time Richard insisted he sing a song since he could break the walls with his incredible voice. None heard it. No one really got to hear the good. They looked for the ones that were available. The ones that were always around.

Time flew by. In seven hours, the farewell night would arrive. Jeremy kept his head down and reeled in the memories that he had in his life. A note from his diary spoke a lot about his childhood. On one page, it read “I don’t really know what hurts me. I don’t know… I lost my mother when I was ten. And my father left me alone in a hostel. I grew up there with all my sorrows. Later I got used to it. I treated myself as a friend in despair. But now, when I see her, my heart aches… I don’t know if it’s pain. But I’ve started to feel again, and I guess I am not numb anymore. Perhaps, I love her… Well, maybe…”

Jeremy grew up seeing his mother beaten by his father. He never had the courage to stop him, because he was an ill-tempered, militant man. He often found his mother crying. He never knew how to console her. His hatred towards life and his father made him a vagrant. He used to leave his house early morning and come back at night. His father used to burn the metal plates and burn his hands. When his classmates used to ask about it, he often smiled and told them, it was a game he played with fire.

Everything changed drastically when his mother was killed by his father when he was ten years old. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak to anyone. He sat near her grave in the cemetery for days. He didn’t lose his temper. He touched her tomb and slept beside it for days. And one day, someone who came to dig a new grave for an old widow, noticed the half-dead body of Jeremy and took him to the hospital. When he woke up, he found himself in an orphanage, and the priest told him that his father had come to see him, that he was sleeping, and later arranged to shift him to this orphanage as he was going for a war. Jeremy spent his days in that orphanage, playing an old rusty guitar the priest had given him.

And he used to sing,

“Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.”

His days were filled with sorrows, until the day he met her, while he was flipping his fingers through the guitar. She wanted to congratulate him for the song that he played for the Christmas Eve, and she couldn’t see his face as his black hair was almost covering it. She walked onto the stage and stretched out her hand, thanking him for the beautiful night and said that he should hit his guitars quite often to please the broken hearts. He loved her smile and the statement which she made lifted his forlorn spirits. He looked for her whenever he played shows with his band for the events that took place in the college.

The days passed by, and one day he realized he’d fallen in love with her. There were thousands of students in the campus, but just one girl named Sara had touched his heart. He used to wait for her to arrive on campus every day, and as she arrived, he  smiled and said a few word before leaving for his practice. One day, he wrote a note in his diary, “If I was given a chance to love you, I would live to love you for the rest of my life”.

The empty streets of the barren land had no lights to guide travelers through to the next street of bliss. But people used to walk to find a way to the next lane, and in every dark room, there whould be a light to brighten up lives. Jeremy found Sara as his light. He fell in love with her, but he never wanted to tell her because he didn’t want to lose the only light in his life. They start talking to each other on the phone. They started getting close to one another. But somehow he couldn’t find the courage to tell her about the feelings that he had towards her.

She was a soft-spoken person. She spoke like a sweet, innocent infant. She was always a curious child. Her dreams were filled with green pastures and rainy seasons. She loved nature, and she used to tell her mother quite often about the kind of man she wanted to fall in love with. And she found that in Jeremy, but she never told him since her friend Mary told her about the craziness she heard about Jeremy from her fellow friends. That built a distance between Sara and Jeremy, and the hurt soul in Jeremy   never urged to reason with her. He kept silent and wrote more painful songs. And the days passed by…The nights faded away…Until the day they were destined to meet for the final time.

The bells rang for the final classes…Jeremy woke up from his short nap and walked away from the hall to see the empty classes. All the students were busy practicing their final show for the senior students. Some of them were sitting in a corner and crying. Some of them were kissing each other in the empty classrooms. Some of them were running with their autograph journals. Jeremy walked to witness the places that he admired over the three years. In one classroom he found Steve and a girl. He stood there for a while. A teardrop made his cheek wet. He didn’t speak a word. He didn’t let Steve know that he was in there, watching his girl being kissed by another man.

A month earlier Steve had asked Sara to marry him, but she loved Jeremy. After what Mary said to her, she said yes to Steve. Loneliness is the worst feeling of all, and she was a softhearted person. She was forced by Mary who never wanted to see Sara upset.
Everything was normal until the moment he saw his roommate kissing her. There was absolute silence. The skies poured vigorously. The boughs beat each other in vain. Each flower on all the plants withered away. Jeremy walked away in pain, in the rain. And he felt the pain – again. He cried. He cried like an infant. The way he used to cry when he was young. The way he cried when he heard the news that his father died in the war.

Everything looked odd. The dark clouds pierced through his broken heart. He was hurt. He walked uphill; by chance the roommate next door noticed him, and rushed to ask what he saw. The students next to the fish pond, just a couple of steps before his room, were stunned to see him in tears. There was pain, and for the first time they saw him that way.

The night would to end in a few hours with the final show – the farewell event. And the curtains would fall down forever.

Jeremy walked inside his room and stood there for a while. He packed his bags, changed his dress, and stood in the shower for an hour. He was still crying. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran his fingers through his long shabby beard. He took the blade, shaved it, and combed his hair.  He dressed up in a black suit and plucked a rose flower from the backyard and walked downward. The rain stopped pouring, but the fog covered Jeremy. The students who walked to bid their seniors farewell couldn’t recognize the person walking downhill. The girls near the canteen, just above the college garden, didn’t recognize the man who walked in black suit with the guitar. All the faces turned back to see the new face, but he was not a new face to any. He was Jeremy.

He entered the hall, and every student had to say a word or two before they left college to enter a new phase in life. Richard noticed the change in Jeremy. He found the pain hidden behind his eyes, but he couldn’t speak to him then. He was already on the stage performing a solo song.

Sara was sitting with Steve in a red gown, with a pretty rose flower on her hair. Her eyes wandered, searching for Jeremy. She knew that she was still in love with him. Silence speaks more than words, but at times, silence pierces more than any.

The time came when each student had to say their final words before they left. A younger student called out each students’ name. All of them walked up to the stage and shared what they felt about the place and their life for the past three years. An hour later it was Richard’s turn. He walked forward and said how happy he felt to showcase his talent and the way he progressed his interest in music. Four students later, Sara walked up to the stage. She was silent, but finally she spoke.

She said, “I will miss this place. I will miss this place for one reason. And the reason is you”.

Jeremy kept his head low. He didn’t look at her.  His eyes were wet, and his heart beat faster than ever. The last person to walk on the stage was Jeremy. He stood up and walked the long way to the stage while the faces turned back to see the smart, handsome man in black suit. He had his guitar with him, perhaps the only friend that he had in this life.

He walked up on the stage and said, “Thank you for the good times. You may not know me, but I know each one of you. Tonight, I thought I would speak. Tonight I ought to sing a song with my band”.

He called up Richard and the rest of the crew to play the song with him.  The auditorium was silent. Sara was almost in tears. And then Jeremy asked Richard to play the guitar for him, for he wanted to sing. Richard was surprised, but he smiled and asked which song.
Jeremy turned back and said, “Final Cut.”

Richard nodded and started playing the guitar. The moment Jeremy started the song, the whole auditorium was amazed. His heavenly voice touched each heart. Sara, started crying which made Steve wonder what was going on.

And Jeremy sang.

“And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?”

As the song ended in a gloomy tenor, the whole student body applauded and screamed in bliss. They hadn’t heard anything of that sort in a long while.

When the song was finished, Jeremy said, “This song was for someone special. And I guess, that is it. Good luck, goodbye.”
There was absolute silence in the hall. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke a word. Jeremy smiled at Richard and walked away from the hall. Richard was stunned. He looked at Steve and then Sara. He didn’t know what to say. But their silence answered the puzzle. Richard and Steve ran uphill to find Jeremy. The drizzle painted the wet streets in yellow with the lights that flickered from every street lamps. They found the doors locked, but they couldn’t wait any longer. They broke into the room, and stood there in terror.
Jeremy slept there on the floor like an infant with all the papers that he’d scribbled with his own blood. He cut his vein and was bleeding. Richard and Steve stood stunned. They didn’t know what next to do so they called up the ambulance. When the bleeding body was taken into the hospital, the students in the college stared at it, hoping to see him live again. They didn’t know it was Jeremy. Nobody knew the reason behind it. Sara knew it. Jeremy knew it. Richard and Steve knew it.

“Silence speaks louder than words. But it is a dangerous game. Sometimes, we need to speak. And I spoke today. I spoke today…” The words of the final verses he wrote before he was taken into the hospital haunted them.

Three miles away from the place where it all happened, Richard was in tears. His mind was blank, but his heart was energized to perform tomorrow. Sunday was just a day away. The time was 7 p.m., and as he reached the campus, the fresh green leaves, the dewdrops on them, and the fog that wrapped all the boughs took him seven years back to where it all happened. He drove uphill, towards the same room where they three lived together. Room number 207 was now 307. The fresh rose flowers in the backyard were soaked in drizzle. His blue car was drenched in fresh downpour. November was the month. The month full of love and happiness.

Richard walked around the places recalling the memories he cherished seven years go. Everything looked the same. He thought dreams were like the castles made of sand, but he’d seen them happening. People craved it so beautifully, but some dreams do come true. Another time, another day every bleeding heart would have something to remember. The echoes of the distant hill still lured him. Tomorrow would be Sunday. And tomorrow they would come to see him play the songs for those young students. Tomorrow, those three names would shine again.  Richard smiled at himself in the mirror and remembered the good time he was going to have with the newly wedded Jeremy and Sara, and their friend Steve.

The night was still young, and the dawn would bring back the light… again…

Edited by : L.a. Kuehlke | Website : www.lakuehlke.com


41 Comments

  1. Sayanti

    That was stupendous ! i was holding my breath… i did cry and smiled till the last… i am sure everyone reading this would do the same like me!!! U R A “Genius ” ! Hats off… 🙂

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot dear. Means a lot. 🙂

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  2. Alpana Jaiswal

    “He wasn’t sure if it was worse to be loved yet not valued than valued but not loved, but surely it was better to be both.”
    You have taken me by surprise,I didn’t expect this,and it has been a great one.This is the best I have read so far,I have no words to say and praise you,because they will have no value in comparison to the kind of talent and potential you posses. I am blessed for sure,to have come across your writings,because in this present generation,there is NO ONE EVEN NEAR YOUR CALIBER.
    Getting back to the story,I have cried like a kid,it has touched me in various ways,and as usual I can identify myself in various places.
    Fortunate are those who get true love..and I guess there is always pain associated with it.I would rather risk my heart to the possibility of pain, than to never feel love again. To live without love is merely existing. There is no greater pain than that. There are several places when I feel like just reaching out and giving Jeremy a hug..his pain is still making me cry.
    You are indeed very special,N J,I believe that every person I interact with,leaves a deep impression…and you have left yours,and what touches me more,is the fact that you have been blessed by a sensitive heart,which is rare to find in men…Congratulations for November Roses 1 &2….

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot dear friend! Touched my heart. 🙂

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      • Chelsi

        I was seiorusly at DefCon 5 until I saw this post.

    • heena

      Superb Alpana what a touching description you gave it truly touched my heart and i too believe no one can ever come near the circumference of N J’s calibre and the way he describes emotions is the best.

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  3. Poet Love

    NJ first of all congratulation for your “November Roses” such a beautiful anecdote, your words are so powerful that can bring a smile to a face and bring tears to eyes..This is such a stunning and a touchy love narrative..I am writing this comment with my soaked eyes NJ you made me cry dear…
    I would like to also thank L.A. Kuehlke for editing…so sweet of her and I would love to congratulate you again NJ superb dear….<3<3<3

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    • N J

      Thanks dear one. Kind of you to say it. 🙂

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  4. Deepa Nair

    Lovely piece of writing…true love does succeed, it will be conveyed through silence & the eyes, the heart speaks a thousand words which may not be audible to others, but the one who should understand will hear those silent words..
    Enjoyed reading every single line…
    Kudos 🙂

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    • N J

      Thanks Deepa! 🙂

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  5. melissa

    Oh geez Nithin …why does your story have to make me cry on a Sunday? Ma non si fa cosi’…Perhaps I was totally absorbed by what you’ve written…your words reached unknown places in my heart.
    Your lines were very effective…well written…I pray it gets published 🙂
    Ma in somma, Mi è piaciuta…e’ una bellissima storia che durerà tutta la vita 🙂

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    • N J

      Thanks dear one. 🙂

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    • Sherlyn

      That’s way the besetst answer so far!

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  6. Azah

    i just don’t hav wqrds to say…if tears cud speak, i wud hav said it all then…. all it left me “a heavy heart , stolen away my missing part, trembling fingers” …. lost in “NOVEMBER ROSES” …beautiful ,lovd it…n even d song “Final Cut”….thnx 4 bringing it all to me 🙂

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    • N J

      Final Cut is the inspiration behind this part of the story. Thanks Azah! 🙂

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  7. Rama chandra Menon.

    This is a clasic example ‘ as if you were there’ the way you composed the story made me feel iam in that campus and i see Richard,Steve,Jeremy, Sara and the flow of emotions.Nithin,you have a great talent in connecting nature and human emotions.I think man is an extension of nature and this is expressed vividly in the story.From start to finish it kept me glued to my chair and the fairy tale ending made me smile.A great piece of art.Nj,keep painting these stories..

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    • N J

      Thanks Ram. I am more attached to the nature. 🙂

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  8. Fenil Seta

    Excellent use of words…a very touching story! Great work NJ! 🙂

    FENIL

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    • N J

      Thanks Fenil 🙂

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  9. Frannie

    Just splendid, sweetie. My mouth is left agape, my heart is fully filled, and my soul awaits for more! 🙂 “To be known is to be loved, to be loved is to be known”…we are made to be loved, and to love. ♥ Gosh!!! It rattles my spirit in such a way, when I read something so great…and there aren’t very many writers out there who can make me get goosebumps…or have me holding my breathe in anticipation for the next line. But you, you are made of something special…so much more, my dearie. God’s touch over you! I praise HIM for such a blessing and talent and GIFT that HE has created in you. Wow. ♥ Love u! Keep writing…

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    • N J

      Thanks dear one! 🙂

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  10. rachna kapoor

    One of the most fabulous reads and a window to intense pain. Thank god jeremy survived or would have requested you a million times to change the end.Windows of pain open up without warnings and some times created by souls as the fear of loss needs to be dissolved only then a bleeding broken heart can resurrect. Facing pain and letting it have your best only numbs you to still ness….that causes the soul to take over. The soul is an old wanderer and has seen pain of all intensities many times over….the guidance it gives is superior and opens all channels of living a life without fear of loss…it guides and guards me now…and life has become a gift called happiness…..passing it on to you with gods blessings…take care n j and keep writing….your words are from deep withinthe soul and glad to have heard them. 🙂

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot Rachna for your kind words. Truly I appreciate it. Very well said. 🙂

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  11. Yasmin Anjum

    Wowwwww… i am speechless… brilliant really 🙂 Excellent piece of work.. justttttttttt loved reading it…..

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    • N J

      Thanks Kid! 🙂

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  12. heena

    wow amazing speechless what else shall i say i just don’t know from where to start and what to say.. NJ your talent is beyond imagination, you have that talent in your words which takes my breath away in each of your writings. I was so involved in “November Roses” that i couldn’t even think of anything else at the time i was reading it i felt as if the story is somewhat related to me. I was so shocked when i read what Jeremy had done to himself and i found my fingers crossed that please god let him be safe.. your writings has such mesmerizing effect on your readers for which the whole words in dictionary is less to explain. I loved the “Final Cut” song and was too deep drown into it’s meaning.. Superb art and talent NJ. God bless you always and i am waiting for more such writings from you already i am feeling very exciting to read your next piece of art. Loved it truly …. <3 <3 <3 <3

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot heena 🙂

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  13. Aline Natasya

    NJ.. This one is good and I am so glad you have partner to help you editing your work. Great of emotion that you put in November rain. an Honor for me to be able to walk next to you as your reader. Keep it coming and BRAVO 🙂

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot friend 🙂

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      • Loren

        Got it! Thanks a lot again for hpeling me out!

    • Marly

      Thinking like that is rlaley amazing

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  14. amanjyot

    The sequel was much awaited….and it just completely left me spellbound… the story grips you from first word till the last and your words weave a web of magic..you kept me glued till the end and i was indeed happy that this had a fairy tale ending which brought a big smile to my face…..true love triumphs!! Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love and a little more love… amazing read NJ…God bless … Keep writing..:)

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot for your kind words dear! 🙂

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  15. Shela mary issac

    A really touching piece of serene love…and i feel ,to be loved sincerely and unconditionally is the biggest hope in life to live it.:-)
    Great work of yours..the same alphabets can make us cry and smile and its really appreciable..:-)

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot Shela! 🙂 Glad to feel so.

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      • Reem

        Normally I’m against kllinig but this article slaughtered my ignorance.

  16. Lalaine

    You saved me a lot of hsslae just now.

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  17. rimly

    I read this holding my breath, actually I read part II first. But then I started reading the first part and then finished the sequel. In my heart I was hoping it wouldn’t end in tragedy and I am glad it didn’t. It is so important to communicate in any relationship, if you don’t you may end up losing everything that is close to your heart . Really loved it Nithin. Look forward to more

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    • N J

      Thanks a lot Rimly! 🙂

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  18. shelley

    ….speechless..as tears roll bye..u know there is something in you..which i can’t describe in one word but i can say.. your simply brilliant…. i wish i cud discover any new word for u..Nithin..you are too gud.. love the lines where he sings: “”If I show my dark side.will you hold me to nite……. i cant stop if i start penning …..love Ur work..immensely..<3<3<3..god bless..

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  19. Mae Groszkiewicz

    Flowers speak the language of love. It also speaks your concern and condolence on specific occasions of grief and sorrow. One of the best ways of expressing your love and affection to your beloved ones is through flowers – The flowers, colorful, fragrant and fresh from the gardens. ..-

    So long
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