Life's really strange sometimes. All morning today I had been frantically searching for a piece of paper on which I happened to have written down a short story a long time back. I searched my book-shelves, emptied my cupboards and looked in every nook and corner thoroughly. I emptied all the contents of my bags and purses (which took a very long time considering the fact that I've a LOT of them). I even checked inside the pages of all my notebooks, diaries and old textbooks .But got NOTHING. NADA. Atleast not the thing I was looking for.
Instead I got this...
A single dried up red rose securely hidden between the pages of an old diary-a token of love from someone who used to be special to me about a year back. But not any longer.
Know what I did with the rose? I just looked at it for a while apparently dumbfounded by my sudden discovery and then placed it back in it's hiding-place, the space between the two pages inside the diary.
I just don't have the heart to throw it away I guess.
The relationship was a BIG mistake but it too had its moments. And the memories of these moments are worth being cherished, not thrown away.
Also another realization dawned on me-Sometimes when your heart is searching for something in particular you end up finding something that you've never even dreamed about in your wildest fantasies. And therein lies the unpredictability of life.