Through the rows of roses 🥀

A Healing Stroll in Rose-land

It was your first evening stepping outside after the surgery. The sun was low, coloring the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, it felt like the sky itself was happy to see you again. I held your hand gently and led you toward Rose-land, a place I believed would heal your soul more than just your body.

The rain had just passed, leaving everything fresh and alive. The roses swayed slowly in the breeze, their petals holding tiny raindrops that shone like stars in the daylight. Their scent was warm and soft just like your perfume. A hug from the beauty of nature you didn’t know you needed until you felt it that pleasant atmosphere.

“Come,” I said, squeezing your hand softly. “Let’s walk slowly.”

You looked at me and smiled. You looked tired, but your eyes showed trust and peace. With every careful step, I could feel your spirit lifting. Birds sang above us, their sweet songs mixing with the sound of leaves whispering. Oh! my darling baby, It felt like nature had prepared this moment just for you.

We walked between rows of blooming roses. Each color seemed brighter than the one before. I pointed to a yellow rose that looked like pure joy, and then to a deep red one, full of love and life. “See?” I whispered, “These roses are cheering for you.”

The sky stretched out before us like a red carpet. The light from the sunset made everything feel soft and magical. The air was sweet, still holding the smell of rain and roses. I saw you looking toward the horizon, your face calm and glowing like a blossoming rose.

“Feeling better?” I asked, moving a little closer.

“Much better,” you said with a quiet but sure voice. You know, Safeena, “You are my best medicine.”

I laughed, gently brushing a raindrop from your hair. “And Roseland is your perfect cure,” I cracked a gentle joke, though I knew deep inside it was true.

We found a bench surrounded by the most beautiful roses. Sitting together, it felt like the whole world had paused to let us just be. I rested my head on your shoulder, letting the peace of the evening sink into our hearts.

“This moment,” I said softly, “is all about you. About you healing. About you feeling alive again from all the pain you have gone through. Every rose here, every bird’s song, even the setting sun… they are all celebrating you, my love.”

Why did you bring me here?” you finally asked, your voice curious. “Thorns don’t seem like the best idea when I’m recovering.”

I stopped and turned to you, brushing a leaf from your shoulder. “Because, my love,” I began, “life’s beauty lies between the thorns and flowers. These roses wouldn’t bloom so beautifully without the struggles of the thorns beneath them. Just like us. Just like you. Your strength and growth will always come from what you rise above.”

As we continued, the birds chirped a soft melody, the leaves whispered in the wind, and every step felt lighter. The thorns were still there, but so were the roses blooming with the kind of beauty that only comes from overcoming life’s storms.

And in that moment, Roseland wasn’t just a garden; it was a lesson. A reminder that every thorn holds a promise of bloom, and every struggle paves the way for something beautiful. Like you. Like us. Like life.

You turned your face toward me, your eyes full of love and voice certain. “Hugs and kisses for this,” you whispered, “my Safeena.”

“Always my baby.” I replied with a smile and tear filled eyes. “This is only the beginning of your healing. And I will be by your side for every single step.”

Copyright ©️ Suma Reddy