The garden was dry and broken beneath. Then one day she came. She watered the buds , planted the colors. The garden relished with blossom. Everyday she took a rose from it and kept it with her. Then one day he came. He gifted her a beautiful blue rose. She was delighted. She held it close to her bosom. Everyday she started getting a rose from him. She forgot the garden. Buds seized , the green faded. It withered. It was broken yet again. Mitu :-)
an open, blunt, ragged book :-)