A strong winter wind blew as I strolled through the garden. I moved around, digging deep in my own thoughts, trying to soothe my feelings with the cold weather. But suddenly my gaze fell on a red rose. Almost panting to keep intact, and trying to hold on in every gush of the wind. It looked old, as I could see the dryness at the edges of the petals. I kind of enjoyed the way the red rose battled with the weather. But why was it struggling to hang on. It has to give away sometime or the other when it becomes too old to hold together. May be its the rose’s destiny. Everybody lives to die one day. But this world will come to an end if we won’t struggle for life. It’s the way of the life. Where there is death there is birth too. We are all born to die one day but before that our purpose of life must be accomplished. The petals had a purpose, they were there to fulfill it. A strong gush of wind followed my ideas and with a nasty blow the petals scattered all over the place. I gently picked up all the petals I could trace and kept them together. I sprinkled some soil on them so that they don’t fly away with the wind. After this gentle burial as I turned away, my gaze fell on a bud in the same shrub. I strolled back as the cold wind was making me shiver. I had a smile on my face that read ‘Life goes on’.