The tiny seedling lay on the muddy ground, oblivious to what the future held. It was surrounded by many other seeds, and it believed that perhaps this was just the way life was, and it had to surrender to the process like the others and wait for what was next In no time, a few seedlings turned into saplings. As these saplings grew into plants, they changed their form and appearance. Some of these plants had thick stems, others had roots that spread throughout the soil, and a few more had such magnificent shades of green that tone could only look and marvel at the size, lustre, and grandeur of their leaves! Soon the plants became shrouded with buds and the flower kingdom around, started comparing how the bud of the Carnation was healthier and the Geranium since their very inception as buds look promising! The poor buds wept, comparing their meek dwindled existence to those of others. Some of them withered away in shame, finding no point in blooming further when everyone else’s bloom was better. The others looked towards the sky, seeking an answer as to why they are being tested, why they were sidekicks while there were heroes all around, and why everyone, but them, seemed to be faring well in life? It was a grey monsoon day and the sky was completely covered with clouds, grey and white. The clouds, clearly are the heroes of the sky, they thought. But then, they saw around the corners of the clouds, a shine and glaze so bright basking in its own happiness, indifferent towards the cloud, shining on was the sun, seemingly proud of what it was doing, engaged in its own being unaware of darkness around, surrounding it. The next day, when the sun rose these buds, impressed by what they had witnessed a day back, blossomed into beautiful flowers with hues of iris purple and a tinge of white Comparisons still abounded, of how red the rose was or how the marigold covered the entire garden with its magnificent shade of red and orange. These flowers, however, had grown accustomed to it by now and found a new companion in the sun. They chose to tune out the noise and move to the rhythm of the sun, swaying as it shone. Finally, these flowers comprehended that each of their journeys was different and unique, and ultimately, they all had their roles, quirks, and beliefs that they must adhere to because ultimately it was their story and their life that mattered! This was the day when Nature shed tears of joy, and the onlookers couldn’t take their eyes off the beautiful purple flower holding onto the dewdrops, blooming gloriously in the morning.