The Rose Plant
T he cashews in my mouth cracked a crunchy noise as my tongue rolled them over and over..The juicy taste sucked in all the saliva from my mouth making my mood wonderfully happy...I was sitting on a sofa simultaneously watching television not until I heard a loud thud from the balcony window... It soon came to realization that the rose plant I had planted ten days ago been smashed to pieces as it couldn’t survive the gravity... ‘ Poor plant ’ I arrayed in a t-shirt swiftly and ran down the stairs to bring it up.. It seemed it can’t survive this fall..It had separated from the soil..Its roots were exposed to the air and the pot had broken to pieces...The cloth to which it was tied must have weakened, I realized... I made an arrangement of another pot as quickly as I could in an hour... I knew with every ticking minute the rose plant was losing its chance of survival... With sensitive and soft hands I managed to plant it in the original way...I knew I had to put some soil, then wate...