Story of 7

5 years ago, a small garden all-filled with varieties of roses, marigold, sunflower, and touch-me-nots. Was all ready to be called a complete, independent, and lovable nursery.

All blossoming, and dancing with the soft breeze in happiness, overwhelmed with joy. In the patient wait to meet other fellow companions.

All was going fine in planning for the meetup, call it a new beginning or a union. The garden was excited. To celebrate the new phase of life, moving from being a small dependent garden to an independent ever-blossoming, beautiful and precious section of a huge nursery.

To a great extent, the pillar of success was the birth giver. Nurturing her to what she is today, was all her efforts, sweat, blood, effort, and pain. The garden forever considered her birth giver everything in life till then and forever.

Knowing the garden had done lots and lots of struggle and achieved what she is today, the birth giver always felt she would be a support pillar to her throughout.

Dipped in the sea of joy, happiness, and smile dancing to the footsteps of sunrise and sunset. Somewhere garden was ignoring something.
Sudden fall of red and blue flowers, dried up leaves, the garden started feeling the heat. Upset with it, but never even in dreams wished to say all this to birth-giver as it would cause her pain and agony.

Poor garden would cover those dried leaves and fallen flowers with big sunflowers and dense roses and more touch-me-nots. Later one day, the pain was intense, something that the garden could not bear. Garden yelled but all of a sudden choked her throat.

The birth giver came running and asked “Are you ok? Did you just cry and call out my name?”
“No, ma”, garden replied. “I am good, I was singing a painful song so my throat was heavy.”
Trusting the garden’s words, she left.

But the garden fell in deep tension and started to cry.
She could sense as if thick black, sad clouds started covering up the sky.

All her thought was to not tell birth giver, till the time she becomes a part of the nursery.
Maybe a place change and delay in the call from the nursery was the reason, she said.
Will she be staring at the sunset, nurturing her pain.

That dusk, she decided not to tell anything to the birth-giver no matter how intense becomes is the pain.

Birth-giver one day saw a lot of dried leaves, all around. An untimely fall of flowers, gaps between shrubs, and many more. All these triggered many questions.

She went to the doctor and asked to take up a thorough checkup test. Garden was more worried, not with what the result shall say. But with the fear of how long will it take for her to unite travel and reunite with her peers.

She was getting tested every day, both painful and complex ways.
But all tests were normal, Garden was getting happier,
yet birth giver worried about how serious was the cause. That despite so many tests, it does not uncover.

The last day for reports to come and finalize on the plan of shifting the garden to the huge nursery came.
But she was dancing again on a sunny cloudy day, thinking nothing will happen so severe.

Yet, her heart would tell dark clouds are lining up.
She would ignore as if it was just a warm-up.

Never did garden even dream of a sunrise so calm
but a sunset that would dusk all her charm.

That is what happened at the end,
as the results showed up something that no one could even explain.

Death it was that came as news,
forget about re-union, garden could never even blossom like a full moon.

All the flowers dried, ransacked everything,
That rain brought more tears than thirsts quenching.

Garden was given 21 days to survive,
if not taken the severe concrete step on time.
Birth giver chose to keeping garden alive,
no matter in what shape and form.

All i can say as the result is,
The Garden survived yes, she did, but never came back to its original form.

Garden met the nursery, but that garden was never the one and the same. As it was known to all of the world.

A story of 7, recited 5 years after.