"You look very happy today," Jasmine said with a smile, seeing the Rose so joyful.
"Yes! Today my petals have increased, and my fragrance has spread even further, making my existence blossom beautifully. This is the reason for my happiness," the Rose took a deep breath.
"How wonderful it would be if we could always stay like this with our own existence. If no one ever separated us from it," Jasmine said sadly.
"You are right, Jasmine. Our happiness is temporary. As soon as we grow up, we are separated from our family," the Rose looked at its growing body.
"Humans are so selfish; for the sake of their own joy, they crush our existence," Jasmine sighed deeply. The Rose was about to part its lips to speak when it fell silent upon hearing a child's voice.
"Nayab Appi! Look here, see how beautiful these roses are."
"Indeed! They are very beautiful, Shahzad," Nayab said, gently touching the Rose.
"Pluck one for me... I will give it to Mother," Shahzad requested Nayab, as his hand could not reach the Rose.
"No Shahzad... we should not pluck flowers," Nayab said politely.
"But why Appi...? Why shouldn't we pluck flowers?" Shahzad asked, pouting.
"Because they are also living things; they feel pain too," Nayab explained gently.
"But Appi, everyone plucks flowers, so why can't I?" Shahzad looked at Nayab with questioning eyes.
"Shahzad! It is not necessary that what others are doing is always right. We should not make a mistake knowingly," Nayab said, explaining to Shahzad.
"Alright! Tell me, how much do you love your mother?" Nayab Appi asked, looking closely at Shahzad.
"I love my mother very much," Shahzad smiled.
"This rose here... it loves its mother very much too. If you separate it from her, it will feel so much pain! Would you want it to be in pain?" Nayab patted Shahzad's cheek.
"No Appi! I wouldn't want that at all. In fact, now I will stop other children from plucking flowers too," Shahzad looked at the flowers with a smile.
"Well done! Shahzad, you are a very good boy," Nayab affectionately patted his head.
"Did you see, Jasmine... there are still some people out there who understand our pain," the Rose smiled and looked towards Shahzad, who was now stopping all the other children from plucking flowers.