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Purple Flowers
5/11/2012 5:48:39 AM    [ Flag as Inappropriate ]

Family Bonding! Sometimes, it's a misty thought. Find out by reading the short story on a random day.
It all started when I was sipping coffee and sending a sms to my student. I was in a different world, the world of teaching and being a well-wisher for my student. The world of teaching has very well put me on my toes. To be precise, I have been working for years, and sometimes I don’t want to recognize a problem and automatically, it may have been piling up in the recycle bin. The recycle bin is where I would store some of my unwanted thoughts, impressions and unsolved mysteries.
As I put down my coffee cup, realizing that I was no more sipping it but drinking it as if I was drinking water. I stopped, told myself, “Hang On; you have some unsolved thoughts that have been developed because of those mysteries of childhood, but don’t drink it too fast…sip it and enjoy every sip.” How often do we appreciate every sip of life? Time flies and we realize that technology has taken place in the world of business, competition has taken place of family time and materialism has taken place of spirituality. Who is it to blame? When we can see the replacements we are also able to fix it. I have in many ways. We all have the ability to seek positivity, however, sometimes within a moment, a new problem or a flash back nestles in our comfort zone. We can, we surely can, we undoubtedly can…this is what we should think as long as we believe in progression, our progression.
In split moments from all those philosophical feelings, the beautician accidentally filed my nails too short and I could feel this strange sensation that had spread all over my body making me quiver. Before I could tell her, that she could stop, I saw this young German woman, probably aged in her early thirties. She walked into the salon, hugged her beautician because she had arrived back to Bangkok after a year and was missing the world of spa in her home town. The owner of the salon welcomed her and they spoke a few words. Seeing her smile, I smiled and got back to my beautician and told her that she could go ahead with her massage after filing.
I could feel this vibe, the magnificent presence of this woman made me feel so good. It was inexplicable. She sat a few seats away, put her phone away, and told her beautician, “I am waiting for my mom. I am so excited! We are meeting after a year. She is coming from Japan as she had gone for a trip and is going to come here straight from the airport.” For a few seconds I was having inquisitive erupting bubbles of thoughts about her, her mom and wondering all sorts of things. Then I turned towards her and we smiled at each other. I told her “Happy New Year.” She was thrilled to my sudden approach and her response was vibrant, she said, “Happy New Year to you too, I need a change, and looking for a new job.” All I could tell her was, “Goodluck, You will.” Politely she said, “Thanks!”
She went on with her hair coloring and I was involved with the enjoyment of essential oils on my feet. She told her beautician, I would like my nails to be painted in Lilac and was looking through different shades of purple. Thirty minutes later, she went for a hair wash, and I was waiting for my nails to dry.
Her mom walked into the salon, and I must say, she was loud or you could say vivacious. She smiled, hugged the owner and called for daughter’s name, “Lulu”. Her daughter responded, she called out with love, “Mama you are here! Oh Mama I have missed you. Mama my name!” They both burst out laughing, and were waiting to give each other big hug. “Darling, no worries I can wait, Lena how have you been sweety. Oh Mama, I am fine, I am waiting for my hair wash to get over, and we need to talk.” This overheard conversation was overrated with elation.
I was blank when I heard all that; was that too much of love, overflow, fake or what. The conversation between them was so hard for me to believe as it had been a longtime in my life I have had that kinda conversation. For some reason, my eyes became teary, and didn’t know why I was being an emotional weirdo. With a loud chuckle heard from Lulu, I turned back again. She got down, and hugged her mom. Her mom gave her a surprise; she brought her a bouquet of purple flowers.
Lulu was louder; her excitement had shadowed the entire salon giving me Goosebumps. She said, “Mama I love you, you know I love purple flowers, they are amazing.” “Yes, I know, I thought this would a great thing to start our day. I have missed sharing so much with you, she said.” They hugged and she told Lulu, “I shall wait for you. I am waiting to see the new change.”
For a few minutes, I was mesmerized with the sweetness of a beautiful relationship. One of the most beautiful relationships in the world is the relationship between a mother and her daughter. They can be great friends, shopping companions, baking buddies and an everlasting emotional bond that is infinite. These two people actually made my day. They had just answered one of my unsolved mysteries.
I found it difficult to converse with my mom about anything. As I grew up, our relationship did change, it got better, we speak about many things, but it was still a mother and daughter affiliation. I was seeking a friend that I missed for years, and then realized, we could all make our relationships into a more special bond. All we need is to step forward and buy “Purple Flowers.” The color and fragrance associated with flowers shine conveying a breathtaking message in disguise. Sometimes from somewhere we are reminded that everything can be alright because we were just reminded of how busy we are. We need to try; I need to try again…who knows what wonders it brings to our life, my life.

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