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Poetry / Story Writing Contest
கதை / கவிதைப் போட்டி
In English and Tamil

Myra Sinha - United Kingdom

Entry No: 


English Story

Love You Till The Last Rose Dies….

'There is no closer bond in this world than a bond between a mother and a daughter.'

Anushna loved her mother very much. Her mother was a parent, a guide, a friend and someone she could always trust. Her mother meant everything to her; anybody who knew them, knew they loved each other deeply.

On Anushna’s twelfth birthday, her mother gave her a large box with a golden bow placed on top of it. Anushna hoped it would be the dress she had been eagerly wanting for a long time. Hurriedly, she tore off the iridescent, purple wrapping only to find a bouquet of vivid, vibrant roses. Her mother carefully took it out of the flower bag and said, “I’ll love you till the last rose dies.” Anushna was outraged, her blood began to boil; she didn’t want a bouquet of sentimental rubbish, she wanted a proper present! Furiously, she shoved the roses onto the dining room table and ran into her room.

A few weeks after her birthday, Anushna was walking home from school when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket; it was her mum. Anushna was still annoyed with her about her birthday present; she decline the call. Once she got home, she felt her phone vibrate once more but this time it was an unknown number so she answered it.

“Hello, this is New Fields Hospital. We are so extremely sorry to inform you that your mother, Mrs Harrison, had died of stage four cancer”……

The voice carried on talking but Anushna ignored it. Her body began shaking uncontrollably and her hand flew over her mouth in horror. Wishing she hadn’t been so ungrateful, she stared at the shrivelled, discoloured roses. All of them were withered. All but one. She looked at one particular rose, it looked brighter, more colourful somehow and had a different texture. Anushna realised that it was made of fabric.It had a note attached.

“All of the roses have withered except this one. This rose will last you forever, just like my love for you.”

344 words

By Myra Sinha.
Age- 11 years
Date of Birth- 22/10/2009

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