The lilies.. They have always been my favourite flowers. When I was a child, my mother made tiaras out of them for me. I would wear them on my head, pretending to be a princess. But then, she left. I never saw her again. Nor did I ever wear a tiara ever again.
The bell rang and he entered the shop. For once, I could not take my eyes off him. But when I realized how unkempt I looked, I took to my heels and hid behind the flowers that lay on the table.
“Well, how may I help
you Sir?” I asked.
“Err…Can I just look around?”
People came to florists to buy flowers. There was nothing to look at.
“I mean, if you don’t mind. I’m a photographer actually. And, I want to click pictures of you. Sorry. Of your flowers I mean.” He looked and me and grinned. I would think that he was a stalker, but then I wouldn’t mind having some company around. “Sure.” I said, and turned away from him, before he could ask me any more questions.
“Just, just don’t touch any of the flowers.” I quickly added and got back to my work.
Is it possible that just one person can get your heart racing at the very first moment? Yes, it is. But then, for someone like me who has always remained hidden amidst flowers, always been scared of letting a man enter h
er life, for someone like me, the feeling is new.
I tried avoiding him. I arranged the flowers, rearranged them when it wasn’t required, watered them again and again, and entertained my customers for longer than what I usually do. But no, that stranger who was going about clicking pictures of my flowers was all I was thinking about. He beguiled me.. I wanted him and I wanted him out at the same time.
“Do you mind if I come back again tomorrow? I can help you around if want too.” He asks before leaving. “Yes, I wouldn’t mind.” I instantly wish I could have taken my words back. But no, I had already spoken before I could stop myself. And he came back the next day, looking
even better than the last time, carrying with him a basket of strawberries for me.
When my mum was around, she would tie ribbons all around my hair, and they would slip down my hair like silk. After she left, I spent my time doing the chores of the house. My hair I left, untamed..
I spent hours, trying to set my hair right, but nothing seemed to work. The harder I tried, the messier it looked. In the end, I just pin it up and wear my daily clothes and leave for work.
As I near the shop, he waves at me.
“Hey! Good morning.” He says. His smile makes my heart flutter.
“I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” I quickly open the shop, and let him in.
“This place is beautiful, you know. The smell, it’s so refreshing.” I wish he would stop doing that, flashing me his smiles. “Oh, and here, I got strawberries for you.” He places the basket on the table and sits down infront of me. “Thank you. It was very nice of you.” And then, we indulge ourselves eating the strawberries, talking about flowers and about photography. “Would you like to come out with me sometime?” He asks. Before I can answer, a customer interrupts our conversation, and the matter is buried.
He spends the day helping me decorate bouquets, clicking pictures and keeping me company.
“Don’t you have anything else to do apart from coming here?” I call out to him, as he walked out of the shop.
“A lot. But, a flower girl’s smell brings me back here everyday!” Saying so, he takes off, and I stand there, watching him, smiling.
I don’t remember the last time when I had felt so good.
To be continued :)
To read the male version of the story, check out Rahul's post here :) 'Flower Girl- Male'
Thanks a ton for writing it Rahul :)
Picture Courtesy: Rahul's findings in Google :D