Time I started writing something other than just poems. So, here's what I gave a try. Hope you like it, and please do give feedback so I could improve. Thanks! :)
She focused the clean lens of her camera and bent a little to catch a still of a pink rose, cooled and decorated with fresh dew drops. She clicked the button on the camera once she was ready to. The pink rose was beautiful on her camera screen, than it actually was. In her pale green kurti and cream chudi, she walked away from the rose, wearing the camera around her neck. She paused, as if she forgot something. Looked back at the quiet rose from a distance. A gentle smile came upon her soft bright lips. She said to herself: "A rose, with such a complicated structure survives under the wildest of conditions and in the loneliest of places. Why must I whine about my troubles when a small rose doesn't complain?" A few minutes later, a strong wind blew against her, pushing her in the direction she was heading. The rose broke off from it's stem and flew towards her. When the wind ceased, the rose gently landed at her feet. She stopped and stared at the pink beauty for a minute, before a tear rolled down her cheek, onto her lips. She carefully picked up the rose and walked away.
Madhu
