As I stared at this delicate rose numerous questions bubbled up.
Why do flowers come in such vibrant colours? Why do we feel happy looking at beauty? Is beauty really in the eyes of the beholder? Does beauty have a purpose?
And then I searched for answers –
To some the rose is fraglant love, to others an obstinate passion, to some it is the smile of a beloved, to others an object of envy, to some it is an offering to God, to others a business opportunity. Maybe Beauty just is. What meaning and purpose we attach to it is upto us.
