It was a bright, clear morning. The sun was in its youth, cracking in through the long, tapering Deodar trees. Little Linnets had already begun twittering through their nests. The white flaky clouds were floating amidst the clear blue sky over the lush green grass bed, moist with a cover of fresh dewdrops. It was such a scenic beauty, which every artist would yearn to capture on his canvas. It was a beautiful garden with several vivid flowers blooming to their full swing. Lofty trees stood there around the whole place as if safeguarding their delicate, fragile friends from the haughty, arrogant winds.
On this same grassy ground, lay a little parched seed, withered and alone. Her life was like a glum desert where no mirage resided. Her eyes, from which all dreams had washed away, had lost their luster .A deep solitude lingered with her all the time and even hope had abandoned her. Each morning she saw the Gardener coming to each of the pretty flowers, caressing and watering them with care. It was a blissful sight for her and as days passed by, she started longing to be a part of that beautiful world. Everyday, this lonely seed would watch the Gardener come and gradually she started to wait for the Gardener to witness the awesome sight. One fine day, she yearned deeply to bloom like the other flowers and fill herself with the colors of life too. That night, it was hard for her to wait for the Gardener and she craved that the day might break up soon. The next morning was again sunny and dazzling and all the brilliant flowers were making her envious again. She waited for the Gardener with great enthusiasm. That day, the Gardener was late but arrived at last.
The lonely little seed gathered enough courage and revealed to him about her long cherished desire. She no more wanted to live in an obscure future and pleaded him to help her out to sprout into a tender plant and blossom like others. The Gardener, little reluctant at first, smiled at the seed. He picked her up gently from the ground and promised her to do the needful but told her to be patient and wait for the time to come. The seed was filled with an unknown joy and she thanked the Gardener with her gratified eyes. The Gardener dug a small hole beside the other plants in the garden and laid the seed tenderly in the dug hole. He smiled at her and asked her once more to be enduring in that hole till she sprouts up to bloom. Immediately after covering her up with soil and mud, he buried her deep inside the ground and walked away.
The little seed, lying in that dark, murky dungeon could not bear the solitude. She felt betrayed and helpless, in that sulky den, left like a bare vessel, incomplete, barren and ending. That night, there was a heavy downpour and she was terribly drenched and frightened. That whole night she sobbed bitterly but again waited for the next morning. As soon as the first ray of sun fell on the ground, she had no more patience to stay back in that awful burrow. She had lost all her perseverance by now and even before the Gardener could arrive, she pushed away the soil above and around her, and popped up from the burial. To her surprise, day was as bright as ever and in spite of the last night’s storm, the flowers were still swinging gay fully. Once again the deep desire to swing like them, took deep roots in her thoughts. She again wished to be like them.
The Gardener arrived after a while .He was amazed to see this little seed out of the bed, he had dug her in. He was quite annoyed with her as he also wished that the seed should remain cheerful and happy like the other members of his garden. The tiny seed related him about her fears and about the dark, scary night, she had experienced. She also disclosed him about her desires and how much she wanted to live fearlessly. The Gardener again smiled at her and assured her once again. He requested her that this is only possible if she believes inherself and her desires. She certainly needed patience. That day, this little seed knew for sure that she would now get what she had most desired in life. She was sure of all her aspirations and she knew how to strive for them. Her heart bloated with an unknown blissful feeling and she knew that this was the happiness she was void of. She apologized the Gardener who had brought this remarkably radical change in her and thanked him for the needful. She wished that the Gardener would take care of her and would never let her die and now she was sure that some day she would be there to adorn that beautiful garden.