{"id":41974,"date":"2017-10-06T02:44:31","date_gmt":"2017-10-06T09:44:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siliconeer.com\/current\/?p=41974"},"modified":"2017-10-06T02:45:09","modified_gmt":"2017-10-06T09:45:09","slug":"an-unusual-introduction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siliconeer.com\/current\/an-unusual-introduction\/","title":{"rendered":"An Unusual Introduction"},"content":{"rendered":"

Neela adored her garden. As a hardworking, middle aged, single woman, she would spend her Sundays gardening in her modest backyard, lovingly pruning, clipping, watering her plants, getting lost in the fragrances of the multicolored blooms.<\/p>\n

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Her favorites were the apricot color roses, planted in rows outside her fence; its intoxicating smell filling the air heavily in late summer evenings.<\/p>\n

One evening, as Neela was pruning her plants, she noticed that several of her precious roses had been rudely cut. A sudden anger filled her and she felt violated. These plants belonged to her and it was on her property. How dare someone take her roses! She lived in a decent neighborhood, so was surprised that any of her neighbors would do that.<\/p>\n

Sadness filled Neela\u2019s heart and she went inside in her home. She did not have many friends. She had chosen a life of a fulfilling career, and had not the time to develop a relationship with anyone. Now, as she was in her mid-forties, she was often lonely on weekends since her friends were all married with children. Her parents and siblings lived on the East Coast and she would meet them mostly during the holidays.<\/p>\n

The following weekend, Neela was in her window sipping hot tea when she caught a glimpse of someone outside her fence. She quickly ran outside to see who it was. There was a young boy with scissors who had a couple of roses in his hand and was in the act of cutting some more.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHey,\u201d Neela yelled. \u201cThose are my roses! You\u2019re stealing!\u201d<\/p>\n

The little boy turned to her with a scared expression and bolted in the opposite direction. Neela decided to chase him, despite the fact that she was in her flip flops and pajamas. She had caught the boy red-handed!<\/p>\n

The boy sprinted around the corner and entered a brick faced ranch house. The door was still open. Neela furiously rang the doorbell twice and stood impatiently in the doorway. After a few minutes, there appeared an attractive, middle aged man wearing an apron who appeared to have been cooking.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help you?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Suddenly Neela felt flustered. \u201cThere was a boy who came into this house. He stole some roses from my garden,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n

The man\u2019s face fell. \u201cI am so sorry,\u201d he said in a soft voice. \u201cI didn\u2019t realize those were from your garden. I thought it was from the neighborhood park. He\u2019s my son. He cut those for my mother who is very sick. She\u2019s blind and loves the smell of roses in her room. My son wanted to help cheer her up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Neela felt very embarrassed. She never imagined such a scenario.<\/p>\n

He went on, \u201cI am a widow and take care of my mother alone. It\u2019s hard for me to keep a watch on him when he\u2019s outside the house. I truly apologize.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Neela blurted out. \u201cYour son can come by to my house and I will give him the roses myself. I would love to share my roses with someone who appreciates it. And if it helps your mother feel better, it\u2019ll make me feel good too.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man looked at Neela with appreciation and put his hand forward. \u201cI\u2019m Sooraj,\u201d he said with a wide smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Neela,\u201d she said shyly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Neela adored her garden. As a hardworking, middle aged, single woman, she would spend her Sundays gardening in her modest backyard, lovingly pruning, clipping, watering her plants, getting lost in the fragrances of the multicolored blooms. Her favorites were the apricot color roses, planted in rows outside her fence; its intoxicating smell filling the air…<\/p>\n

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