She saw the beautiful Red Rose that she recieved on Valentine day. She maximized the picture on the monitor. Not real , but sure thing, it is very appealing. For no reason Oscar Wilde's story of "Nightingale and the Rose" crossed her mind, a short piece of classic that she had reread umpteen times during her teenhood.
She took a close view of the red rose again and chuckled at vanity. If only internet and mails were there during Oscar's period, the nightingale need not have sacrificed for the young student's Love. Just a forward of the mail would have done the job.
She deleted the mail from her computer and went for a tea break. The rose is still residing in her hard disk. After all A Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose even if its in jpeg format.
3 comments:
:)) Devvi good ones..kalakaringa..
Santhosh, Thanks.. Ellaaam unga aasirvaadham.
nee ethana peruku antha maila fwd panine? ;)
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