Good Things Come In Small Packages

r u ppl...anyone of u feeling sad lonely depressed etc etc...then READ BELOW....

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favourite things

Cream-colored ponies n crisp apples strudels

Doorbells n slay bells and schnitzels with noodles 

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favourite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

Silver white winters that melt into springs

These are a few of my favourite things

When the dog bites

When the bees sting

When I m feeling sad

I simply remember my favourite things

    Rohit woke up with the familiar alarming noise of the alarm clock.He shifted lazily on his bed,twisted and turned and tried sleeping again....but he couldn't.So he walked with his half-open,sleepy,droopy eyes into the bathroom and splashed the ice-cold water on his face....he was definitely up now...one splash of that water was enough.He took a bath and got ready for office. It was the usual,normal,non-reactive beginning of his day...it had been so for the past few weeks.He had been on a business tour to Ohio and he couldn't wait to get home.His mother's birthday was coming up and he usually tried to make it back home but this year it just seemed impossible.

   He was on his way to his office when he noticed Little Heaven,the best flower shop in town,his eyes sparkled with excitement...he knew exactly what to do now.He would send mom a beautiful bunch of roses for her b'day.He remembered how happily his mother had hugged him when he had given her that lovely pearl necklace and a single rose...this time it was a bunch...he could imagine and feel her warm hug already.He stopped his car in front of the shop.

   Inside the shop he found Mr.Smith,the owner,engaged in a trifle quarrel with a small boy.

"How many roses can i get for six dollars,sir?" asked the boy.

"Roses are too expensive,my son,you could get some carnations instead" explained Mr.Smith.

"NO! I have to have roses," the boy said indignantly."My mom was sick last year and i didn't get to spend much time with her.I want to get her something special this year and it has to be red roses,cause they are her favourite."He was emphatic.

  Mr.Smith saw Rohit and gestured him to wait.He was about to shake his head when something inside Rohit was touched by the little boy's sweet painful voice,he wanted the roses so badly.Rohit felt his heart speaking for the first time....it said 'Go'...'Go and Do it'.He silently motioned Mr.Smith to give the boy the roses.

  "Okay,i will give you a dozen roses for your six dollars" Mr.Smith said.

  The boy almost jumped into the air with glee.He took the flowers and rushed out of the store.His happiness was worth the extra thirty-five dollars Rohit spent.Rohit ordered his own flowers and instructed Mr.Smith to attach a note saying 'HAPPY B'DAY,MOM....Sorry couldn't be there....'.

   As he drove away from the shop,feeling good about himself,he was caught at the signal.He waited,drumming a happy tune on the car wheel with his fingers,when he glanced the other side he saw the same little boy walking down the sidewalk.Rohit's eyes watched him,he didn't know why he was doing that,after all it was none of his business.He didn't even know the boy or his name.But he continued watching,the boy crossed the street and walked round the bend.Rohit was curious.The lights changed,and he crossed the road and pulled over.He got down on an impulse,he didn't know why though and followed the boy round the bend.He was some thirty-forty steps behind the boy,he said to himself "Sherlock Holmes in action" and chuckled to himself.

  Lost in his action-packed drama which he was visualising,he hardly noticed where he was going untill he suddenly saw the boy kneel down.It was then he realised he was in no park(which he thought he was in) he was standing on the forlorn-forbidden grounds of the cemetery.The boy carefully placed the fresh roses on the grave and began to sob.Rohit felt like an intruder but his legs wouldn't move.He stared at the boy,the roses,the grave....and listened motionless to the muted cry.The cry was piercing his skin...his heart!

  As he stood there,he heard the boy say "Mommy,oh mommy,why didn't i tell you how much i love you.Why didn't i tell you one last time?Jesus,please find mommy and Tell My Mommy I Love Her"

   Rohit turned,tears in his eyes,he walked back to his car.He drove quickly to the florist and told him that he would take the flowers personally.He wanted to let his mother know,that he loved her very much.He didn't want to miss it.