“He loves me…” she plucked the last petal and grinned.
“Ouch!” she screamed, it was a violent tug on her ponytail that brought her back to realm earth.
“You meanie you destroyed the first flower or that plant!” her sister was screaming like a banshee.
“He does not loves you…. You stupid girl you would have asked me. We are going out for a date tonight!”
She looked at the flower and thanked the plant for staying alive. Three thousand bucks for a handful of a earthen pots, a rose plant, and a bag full of soil in which the weight of rocks and cement slabs was heavier than soil. In which even grass does not grows.
These people blame luck for their poverty. They should blame their brazen dishonesty, that can charge more than they owe and even after that shamelessly cheat in every manner they can.
How can this country ever grow truly? The necessary element for true growth is almost gone from it, honesty.
Only the hypocrites boast otherwise, and they are the main reason behind this darkness.