The First Rose.

I walk to my balcony with half closed eyes... not yet ready to wake up and get ready for office. Picking up the news paper on my way... Mentally sketching the next few actions of the day:

But still not ready to wake up... and then... OH MY LORD!!!! The most beautiful site in my balcony.... 'The First Rose' had just bloomed. Fresh, pink and so soft..
I had been counting days when this bud, which had been covered in its green sepal when I first bought it, would actually give way to the actual flower.

I pulled my husband out of bed and nag him to death before he clicks some pictures... and here is the fist snap of the new born.



Today I relive some of the emotions that my dad had been living all these years when he used to slog in his garden day and night to watch his 'First Rose' take shape.

This one is for you Baba!!!